Oh Pintor

Painter, who paints the sea
Painter, who paints foliage
Painter, who paints landscapes
Paint the soul, of my mother
With all her, kindness
Paint the soul, of my mother
With all her, kindness

I want you to paint me, painter, the joy of the bells
When they call for mass, and she goes in the morning
I want you to paint me, friend, the afternoon breeze
That kisses her cheeks, in my hometown

I want you to paint me, painter, the joy of the bells
When they call for mass, and she goes in the morning
I want you to paint me, friend, the afternoon breeze
That kisses her cheeks, in my hometown