Zamba de mi Sentir

How many times I wanted to cry
I could not; I could not
Heart: I don't know what they've done to you?
So that you are so long-suffering

How many times do I usually think
That I carry a punishment
Of feeling and never being able to cry
How a resentful person cries

That's why my singing has
Mixture of rare sadness
Because in him lives a certain hope
That my awake soul cries

How many times did I wake up
Sobbing; sobbing
Because in dreams I looked at my mother
that was waiting for me there

May God I can return
To my ranch give my complaints
And to be able to tell him with emotion
Will you forgive me, old mom?

That's why my singing has
Mixture of rare sadness
Because in him lives a certain hope
That my awake soul cries