Madre Escúchame

Mother listen to me
I want to tell you something
That maybe you will never understand:
I want to walk rolling and rolling
Without returning who knows until when,
But, mother, I will remember you.
Mother listen to me
At any moment
You know that I will return to your arms.
It doesn't matter how or when anymore
If to the place I go rolling,
Mother, I will remember you.
She looked at me
And said to me like this:
Son
You are like the waves
You kiss me and go away.