Balada Para Mi Abuela

She's like a song
And with all my heart, my grandma
She grew up like bread
That's why she's like a wheat field,
My grandma
She has the eyes of God
Sweetness of a little girl,
My grandma
She has tired years
But she's like the garden
In my backyard
She wraps my soul
With her apron
And she walks slowly

My grandma is a bell
That brightens the house
She's a story
Of sugar and love
My grandma has little eyes
Like stars
She has a thousand dawns
In her heart
My grandma is the verse
That flows through my time
I stayed all crumpled one Christmas
From giving so much tenderness
She was left without sunlight on her back
She has a piece of
A century in her voice
And a warm log in her lap

And a warm log in her lap