A La Sombra de Mi Mamá

Everyone has a mother
None like mine
Burning like a little light
Keeping me company

They'd see her in the house
Just a little bundle, that's her
And her little eyes dim
Like the glow of a star

But her shadow reaches me
Like a divine blessing
She's my guardian angel
In my wandering life

I pray to God, asking
That my mom doesn't die
That she stays in the house
Like a little keepsake at least

Shadow of the planted tree
In the sunny yard
A faithful sprout that translates
The will of my pleas

Relic of the old times
Has become flesh in my mom
That's why my soul seeks shelter
Under her branches

Tree that has borne its fruits
I am a branch of your essence
I wish I could be quebracho
To give shade to my mom

I pray to God, asking
That my mom doesn't die
That she stays in the house
Like a little keepsake at least