La Mamaíta (historia de Marco Y de Su Mono Amedio)

The daisies are flowers of the field,
Flowers of the field are the daisies.

I lived with my mom
In an Italian port at the foot of the mountain
But one good morning,
My mom left to work in Argentina

But since that difficult moment,
I go alone and lost in life, and I cry in my bed,
Because I don't have the warmth or the love
That your mom gives you.

And when the loneliness comes, I console myself,
But when I have no other choice,
I make love with my half monkey

I don't want a girl,
Who eats and spends all my money
And doesn't want to make a good and tasty