Ni Por Mil Punados de Oro

My heart breaks into a thousand pieces
I feel as lonely as a feather in the air
What use is life in this world to me now
If I no longer have my mother's caresses

When I was enjoying pleasures
I never thought that a mother comes first
Today, now that God took my poor mother
I know a mother cannot be bought with money

I wouldn't trade it, not even for a thousand handfuls of gold
The blessings and love of my mother
The tears I shed are of living blood, but it's useless because I cry too late

There is no treasure more valuable in this world
Than the mother who gave us life
Her love is not appreciated until she's gone
You always cry for her when she's already lost

I wouldn't trade it, not even for a thousand handfuls of gold
The blessings and love of my mother
The tears I shed are of living blood, but it's useless because I cry too late