Achalay Mi Mama
Los Cantores de Quilla Huasi
My Dear Mother
After many paths
Rolling the earth with my loneliness
I return and find my mother
Dressing up to see me arrive
Always the same caresses
Hands clasped together by the apron
As if squeezing life
She, over the years, wants to escape
Longing; my sweet longing
Take the winds with all my voice
There the absence does not nest
Achalay my dear mother, how pure is her love
There's a little ray of moonlight
That came to sleep in her hair
Oh! If I sit by her side
Blessed are her gray hairs, how beautiful it is to live!
I bring her songs and verses
In the form of a zamba, I would like to cry
Once again I'm in my homeland
My mother already knows, she comes to wait for me
Longing; my sweet longing
Take the winds with all my voice
There the absence does not nest
Achalay my dear mother, how pure is her love
