Mi maire me crió a mí

My mother raised me
In a shiny cradle
Since my mother died
I've been left without fortune

They say that the father is missing
How could he not be missing?
Like the absence of the mother
There shouldn't be in the world

If today they give you bread
Tomorrow they won't give it to you
If they happen to give it to you
They will take it back

Gentlemen, I am flying
Like a piece of straw in the air
And I've been left homeless
Since my mother died

Long live the noble company
I will give her a little bouquet
Full of little flowers
And leaves that are not seen