El Retrato de Mamá

Look brother I came to see you not to ask you for anything
Even though I'm poor and living, I appreciate the intention
That big car at the door, this mansion-like house
Says how much you've progressed, your position is high

This little living room we're in, decorated in a modern way
With its paintings that adorn it, costs a fortune
Don't take out your wallet, I'm not here for money
But tell me, where is the portrait of the old lady?

Poor old lady, who loved you so much
And went as far as sacrificing to send you to study
And you didn't even have the decency
To put the portrait of mom in the room

From heaven, she sees you and forgives you
But I, your brother, can't forgive you
And tell me, why among so many treasures
Is missing the most precious jewel, mom's portrait

Poor old lady, who loved you so much
And went as far as sacrificing to send you to study
And you didn't even have the decency
To put the portrait of mom in the room

From heaven, she sees you and forgives you
But I, your brother, can't forgive you
And tell me, why among so many treasures
Is missing the most precious jewel
Mom's portrait