El Jardín de Mi Madre

In a corner of the soul
Where desires sleep
There where affection and faith have no end
I formed for my mother, with dreams and memories
With flowers from another world, a magical garden

In it the birds sing her name as they fly
And on nights when the sky turns bluer
My dear mother with her voice, laughs and calls me
And in her garden I hear a mystery of bells

The lilies of her hands embrace my kisses
I am intoxicated by the enchantment of the rose of forgiveness
And so my mother's garden is watered in peace
With the tears of my heart

In a corner of the soul with lights from another life
My mother and I have a superior world
Her eyes are stars; her cheeks are of the Moon
A garden where only God penetrates her kingdom