Pobre Vieja

Poor mother, poor old woman
Sadly abandoned
By her favorite jewel
By her only illusion
Poor mother, poor old woman
Before a Christ kneeling
She cries for all your sins
Imploring your forgiveness

And when the neighbors
Murmur about your absence
Or make comments
Around her
The poor woman defends you
Proclaims your innocence
And tells a thousand lies
To save your honor

Rosa, your poor old lady
Cries since you left
What a poor soul you had
To leave her all alone
For a ruthless man
Who you met by chance
You dishonored a home
That until yesterday was immaculate