Madre de Madres
Mercedes Sosa
Mother of Mothers
I have always lived, mother
Tied to your side
To your cord of desolate moon,
Thistle that breathes me
Dove that watches
All my endless solitudes.
Your heart beats in me,
Your blood dissolves me,
I cry every day for your misfortunes.
Enchanting wasteland
Song that I sing alone
So tortured and mine, my land.
I speak of the ancient mud
Of the pollen and the silt
That the sea drags in ageless dead,
I speak of the child in the hands
Of the infamous shrapnel,
I speak of your pain and my past.
Sweet womb
I am your chrysalis,
Mother of mothers
Warm up this song for me,
We never left your side
Out of love.
