Pobre Madre

Sadness in the eyes of a 40-year-old mother
I don't know what to tell her, but I feel a lot of sorrow
Don't cry, ma'am, it couldn't have been stronger
Surviving this impact is the demonstration of faith

Another day is born, but in her another one dies
The bed listens to her and the crying comes from the womb
Her son won't come, he's under the ground
Nothing will ever be the same as it used to be

She used to enjoy days with her friends
Now the cemetery has become her routine
Among walkways of people who don't speak anymore
Poor mother, such an unmatched pain

Life is beautiful, depending on one thing
The more wounds, the fewer beautiful smiles
I know they learn this with the passing of moons
There's only one mother against too many battles

A disease, an accident, a fall
Those things happen and always weaken you
One prepares to say goodbye to her
Everything turns around and a strange surprise comes

I ask for applause after a moment of silence
Lonely mothers trapped by their own fear
Seeking that calmness watching their grandchildren play
They mark in life the reason for a good side

I ask for applause for the endured nights
For pains without a cure, reflected in the soul
Let the world fall apart if I'm not right
Everyone said: 'Old lady, I would kill for you'

Dates that rust, she makes them shine
Even to the sky reaches a mother's love
Warriors forever, the true heart
More than for love, for blood, there is where passion is born

Sadness in the eyes of a 40-year-old mother
I don't know what to tell her, but I feel a lot of sorrow
Don't cry, ma'am, it couldn't have been stronger
Surviving this impact is the demonstration of faith

I ask for forgiveness for turning off the signal
For thinking you're annoying because you want to take care of me
Sometimes in my silence, I can't negotiate
I see that nothing is enough and I just start crying

Loving you so much doesn't show when I talk to you
Being demonstrative is giving you a simple hug
If you knew how much my ugliest attitudes hurt
And carrying the weight of your sadness

I want to be the music that can make you proud
I want to be an artist and make you travel the world
I want you to look at me and say: 'That's my boy'
The one I fought for and I'm glad I did

I don't know how many disappointments I've caused you
If I had to count them, I'd run out of lines
I live resentful but I know I'll pay
What are they going to tell me about love? She's my best woman

I ask for applause after a moment of silence
Lonely mothers trapped by their own fear
Seeking that calmness watching their grandchildren play
They mark in life the reason for a good side

Sadness in the eyes of a 40-year-old mother
I don't know what to tell her, but I feel a lot of sorrow
Don't cry, ma'am, it couldn't have been stronger
Surviving this impact is the demonstration of faith