Madre Soltera

Woman who carries a child,
And remembering a man's affection,
You carry in your arms the fruit that God blessed you with,
And whether the child wants it or not, that child is yours.
Woman who walks down the street,
Always alone, pensive and downcast,
Your child is not to blame, give him your last name
Because the man you once loved didn't want to give him his.

Single mother, fighting in life,
Your hands are withered and your soul is crying
Support your child to your chest and speak to him sweetly,
Walk tall and in peace, lift your head up,
Woman who received from God the gift of being a mother,
Make him a good man and keep him away from evil,
Only with your love, your warmth, and all your affection,
Life without a father or with one will give him the same (repeat).

Woman with your childhood dreams,
You expected a thousand things from life,
Put a toy in your hands one afternoon,
And without realizing it, perhaps you learned to be a mother,
And now as you walk step by step,
Pensive and with your child in your arms,
You will see his innocence, tenderness, and all his smile,
You expected a thousand things and now you have even more.