La Venganza de Una Madre

In the hallways of the criminal offices,
A woman is shattered,
More than three days without eating desperate,
Her eyes shine,
There's hatred in her gaze

They changed the files in the archive for her,
For a crime her son didn't commit,
And the lands won, and the harvest,
The poor mother had sold everything

Years go by,
The curtain of time falls,
And the betrayal seems to have been forgotten,
There on the ranch, a poor mother cries,
Swears to avenge a corrupt lawyer

Riding on horseback, to the most precious house,
There she stopped and waited for dawn,
Everyone sleeps, they suspected nothing,
And her imprisoned son least expected it

It was midnight and the moon was barely rising,
Now in its light, that poor mother,
Holds a dagger in her hand,
With a hand on his neck, she drags that scoundrel

At the foot of the hill and in the lushest tree,
He offered himself for the long-awaited revenge,
She served justice by her own hand,
Because the laws resolved nothing