Señora

That one who dreams of your daughter
that thief who robs you
of her love,
I am, ma'am
I know I'm not a good son-in-law
I'm almost a kiss from hell
but a kiss at last,
ma'am
I am the one for whom now
you wonder why,
ma'am,
your fragrance withered
losing life
caring for her childhood
watching her dream
crying her tears
with so much abundance
If when a flower blooms
the flower's scent
is forgotten by the flower
The nuns were of no use
nor the whims and flatteries
she had in abundance,
ma'am
You didn't educate her, I understand now,
for a long-haired dreamer
what can you do,
ma'am?
if the time has come
for her to leave home,
ma'am,
in the arms of a stranger
who only gave her a touch of cupid
who didn't make her beautiful
through wrinkles
and lost years
If when a flower blooms
the flower's scent
is forgotten by the flower
Put on an old dress
and glance in the mirror
take a step back,
ma'am,
remember before cursing me
that you had firm flesh
and a dream in your skin
and a dream in your skin
and a dream in your skin,
ma'am