Una Flor Para Mi Madre
Los Cadetes de Linares
A Flower For My Mother
Oh Mr. field saint,
I come to ask you a favor
To open that big door,
To bring a flower
To my mother's grave,
It carries affection and love
Always a flower of colors,
Preserves a pleasant gift
Under that cold tomb,
Rests your lifeless body
How happy, how was that time,
That you lived to love
Only the memory endures,
In my mind, my mother,
I owe you what I am,
The day had to come,
That you left this world,
I'll see you there someday
Always a flower of colors,
Preserves a pleasant gift
Under that cold tomb,
Rests your lifeless body
How happy, how was that time,
That you lived to love
Only the memory endures,
In my mind, my mother,
I owe you what I am,
The day had to come,
That you left this world,
I'll see you there someday
