A Mi Madre

With the friends that gold produced for me
I spent the hours with eagerness
And under the powerful influence of my purse
Everyone enjoyed splendid luxury
But not my mother

Poor Mother! I forgot about her
When I fell asleep in the arms of vice
A huge entourage surrounded me
Of my loved ones, no one was missing
But my mother, yes

Today, dying, in tears and broken
I exclaimed with pain, everything is over
Seeing my anguished chest groan
Everyone moves away from my poor bed
But not my mother

And near the last breath
Everyone moves away because of what is in me
My gaze around my bed turns
In my sad surroundings, I see no one
But my mother, yes