Ni por mil puñdos de oro

My heart breaks into a thousand pieces
I feel lonely like a feather in the air
What good is life in this world to me now
If I no longer have my mother's caresses
While I was enjoying pleasures
I never thought that a mother comes first
Because God took my poor mother
Because a mother cannot be bought with money

I wouldn't trade it for a thousand handfuls of gold
The blessings and love of my mother
The tears I cry are raw
But it's useless because I cry them too late

There is no treasure more valuable in this world
Than a mother who gave us life
Whose love she offers us until she dies
It's late to cry when it's already lost

I wouldn't trade it for a thousand handfuls of gold
The blessings and love of my mother
The tears I cry are of living blood
But it's useless because I cry them too late