Oh Pintor

Painter, you who paint landscapes
Painter, you who paint the sea
Painter, you who paint the foliage

Paint the soul of my mother
With all of her kindness
Paint the soul of my mother
With all of her kindness

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

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