De mi madre

I'll be back; I'll be back
The night dressed in blue awaits me
And even the little stream coming down from the hill
Will bring memories of my youth

I'll be back; I'll be back
Where my mother is waiting for me
Once again in her arms to be a child again
To live as you only live once

Orange blossom of white jasmine
That scent the patio of the old garden
A moon kiss awaits me in the valleys
My ranch, my mother, all my feelings

I'll be back; I'll be back
On that path that took me away yesterday
To the direction of the bird that returns to its nest
Seeking relief for its pain

I'll be back; I'll be back
And far away the night repeats my voice
The voice of a love that is felt far away
And calls the absent one from her heart

Orange blossom of white jasmine
That scent the patio of the old garden
A moon kiss awaits me in the valleys
My ranch, my mother, all my feelings