A Mi Madre
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
To My Mother
Hey mister when the archangel comes
To call a dead person for judgment
And reaches the end where my mother sleeps
Under a cross I dream peacefully
Hey mister when the archangel arrives
To call a dead person for judgment
And reaches the end where my mother sleeps
Under a cross I dream peacefully
Don't let the fatal trumpet
Keep vibrating to wake her ear
There's no need because the holy mother
Awakens better with a sigh
I know her well just let her
Hear one of her children cry
You'll see how loving and distressed
She'll rise from the grave at that very moment
Because mothers even after death
Oh for their children! Mercy they ask of you
My dear mother up there in her holy glory
Looks after her children as the earth groans
Don't let the fatal trumpet
Keep vibrating to wake her ear
There's no need because the holy mother
Awakens better with a sigh
