Vuelvo a casa mamá
Memphis La Blusera
I'm coming home, mom
Forgetfulness is all I ask for,
I ignore where you are, treasure.
Your unexpected reaction,
saying goodbye, saying goodbye.
I wander is all I do,
and dream that I am your owner.
I leave my face in the mirror,
and take your poodle for a walk.
And your letter trembles in my hand,
I tell myself I deserve this punishment.
I curse that a lightning bolt strikes you,
lie, my love, I miss you.
I will never understand,
how a woman thinks.
The guys envied,
the crease in my pants.
You complained all the time,
the races, the drinks, the friends.
And my innocent escapades,
playing blackjack at the casino.
Mom, I'm going there,
I'm coming home, mom.
Mom, I'm going there,
I'm coming home, mom.
I can't be so alone,
I can't be so sad,
I'm coming home, mom.
Mom, why did you make me,
mom, why did you make me,
mom, why did you make me a man?