25 Años
Duo Ayacucho
25 Years
25 years I've been in prison
News that come, news that go
No news from my dear mother
No news from my dear mother
No news from my dear mother
No news from my dear mother
Damn injustice
Finally it's over
With slow steps I left my cell
With hopes of seeing
My mother
With tears in my eyes
To kiss her
When I arrived at my humble home
When I arrived at my humble home
I only found a black cross
Where the current
Stuck on the door
25 years I've been in prison
News that come, news that go
No news from my poor mother
Grave after grave I search for you, mother
Foreign names, foreign niches
I only found
A white rose
Which I innocently stumbled upon
In those moments I hear a voice
In those moments I hear a voice
Oh, my son, do not mistreat me
For that flower you step on is your mother
