Consejo De Oro

I was a little boy when my old man died
The misery was so much that my mom and I
Ate crying the stale and hard bread
That hours of misery my hand begged for

My poor little old lady washing other people's clothes
Breaking her back at the foot of the washbasin
For meager coins to ease the pain
The cruel bitterness of our situation

I grew up carelessly and in my youthful years
I took the path that seemed best to me
I mingled with tango dancers, I leaned on bars
And the best of my friends, when he could, sold me out

I got cocky and ended up behind bars
And not a single friend has come to visit me as a prisoner
Only the worn and beloved face of my mother
Pressed against the bars to be able to kiss me

That's why, comrades, with so many disappointments
No one convinces me with friendship phrases
And today I live with my mother, I want to sweeten her years
And I want to make her noble old age happy

I feel so happy next to my dear mother
That's the best love the heart has
That's a love that no one can take from me
A love that doesn't deceive and knows no betrayal

To you, friend who is so young
I'll give you a golden advice, leave parties and revelry
That will never weigh on you, take good care of your dear mother
For a mother is a treasure, a treasure that once lost
You won't find another like it

And don't be like those who spend on pleasures
And forget about their mother, not caring about her pain
They kill her with displeasure and only when she dies
They regret and cry for her, not understanding her worth

Her worth!