Hijo de Ramera

Mother today I don't get up, I don't want to go to school
What are you saying my child, why are you refusing
Yesterday Pedro, the mayor's son, called me son of a whore
The mother is left thinking about memories and shame
I knew it would happen, I knew it damn it!
Son, I must tell you a story that happened a few years ago very close

In a village next to this one lived a beautiful maiden
Who was 15 years old and had a very fresh beauty
She bathed by the river in a corner of the pool
One day 3 young men arrived, to watch her without being seen
They got excited by that flower overflowing with purity
And among the 3, by force, they destroyed the girl
Her greatest possession

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

If I go to school, mother, and if Pedro dares
I will spit in his face
Mother, thank you very much for being a complete mother