Balada Para Mi Abuela

She is like a song
And with all my heart, my grandmother
She grew up like bread
That's why she's like a wheat field, my grandmother
She has God's eyes
Sweetness of a lullaby, my grandmother
She has tired years
But she's like the garden in my backyard
She wraps my soul with her apron
And now she walks slowly

My grandmother is a bell that brightens the house
She is a story of sugar and love
My grandmother has little starry eyes
She has a thousand dawns in her heart
My grandmother is the verse that enters through my time
She stayed wrinkled one Christmas
From giving so much tenderness
She ended up without the Sun on her back
She has a piece of a century in her voice
And a warm log in her lap

And a warm log in her lap