La Primera Que Despierta (part. Pablo Alborán)

The first to wake up
And the last to turn off the light
Always tired and alert
Takes care of everyone in the house

Protects her olive hands
From others' fevers and cries
Of those mourning their losses
Without losing so much herself

Makes the bed and sighs
Going over what’s left to do
Back aching
Still she cares
And helps with the homework

And who takes care of the one who cares for us?
Who remembers her own desires?
Who will comb her gray hairs
And bandage her wounds?

Who will give her back the future
The mornings without fatigue?
Who will return her days
Without rush, without that knot
Of guilt for waking up late
Thinking about nothing?
Breakfast in bed
And life ahead

Cares for and tucks in the one who sleeps
While the night fades away
And kisses all the foreheads
Hangs the washed clothes

In her vine-like hands
The whole planet sways
And it stops for a moment
To rest her head

On the shoulder she cares for
In the darkest night
Maybe the lesson of her tenderness
Will save our lives.