Máma Soltera

She was a poor girl
But fresh like rainwater
Prettier than a moonbeam

Silky skin and honey eyes
Who gives everything to love
She had only seen it in novels

But one day he knocked on her door
And without thinking, she surrendered
And so she became a single mom
The prettiest on the planet

More out of fear of comments
With her sorrow, she left
Single mom, don't be sorry
Even in your sleep, you pray to God

Single mom, who cares about the world
Or what they say, if you did it for love
Single mom, and the blessed one
And against whoever, now they are two

She was a poor girl
But rich in conscience
Now her parents don't want to see her
They say she betrayed them

Without thinking that she was deceived
By a man without principles
But she was blessed
By the work and grace of God