Mamita

The desolate neighborhood sleeps silently
And everything is so sad that it instills deep sorrow
And there in the rundown tenement by the ruined tile roof
The rain is opening a leak in a home
There's a sick woman in bed twisting and coughing
- The prettiest blonde I've seen in the whole neighborhood -
And while the mother sadly sews
That flower of anguish trembling speaks to her like this

Momma!
He's not coming tonight
Who could be keeping him entertained
Or stealing his passion away from me?
Momma!
Not seeing him is my torment
And in my cruel anguish I feel
That my heart is failing

The mother, moved, offering her comfort
Kissed her pale and anxious forehead
In the name of the sick woman she prayed to the king of heaven
For the return of the boyfriend and her happiness
Her plea was in vain! Overcome by grief
The blonde fell asleep in the arms of death
And while the villain who deflowered her life
Married another that same night