Hijo de Ramera

Mother, I'm not getting up today, I don't want to go to school
What are you saying my boy, why do you refuse?
Yesterday, Pedro, the mayor, called me a son of a whore
The mother is left thinking about memories and shame
I knew it would happen, I knew it, what the hell!
Son, I must tell you a story that happened a few years ago very close by

In a village near this one lived a beautiful maiden
She was 15 years old and had a very fresh beauty
He bathed by the river in a corner of the pool
One day, three young men arrive to see her without being seen
They took off their garments overflowing with purity

And between the three of them they already destroyed the girl by force
The largest of her garments

And of that savage act full of horror and violence
You came out, my child, to brighten my sadness
I only lived for you, I didn't give myself up, it was by force
And if that is a whore, may God come and see it
Go to school my child, but go without shame
With your head held high and standing on the sidewalk

Yes mother, I go to school and if Pedro decides
I'll spit in his face
Mother, thank you so much for being a whole mother