Señora

That one who your daughter dreams of
That thief who robs you of her love
It's me, madam

I know I'm not a good son-in-law
I'm almost a kiss from hell
But a kiss, in the end, madam

I am the one for whom now
You wonder why, madam
Your fragrance withered

Losing life, pampering her childhood
Watching her sleep, crying her tears
With such abundance

If when a flower opens
The smell of the flower forgets the flower

The nuns were of no use
Nor the whims and flatteries
She had in abundance, madam

You didn't educate her, I understand
For a long-haired dreamer
What are you going to do, madam?

If the time has come for her
To forget your home, madam
In the arms of a stranger

Who has only given her a breath of Cupid
Who didn't make her beautiful by force of wrinkles
And lost years

If when a flower opens
The smell of the flower forgets the flower

Put on an old dress
And, sideways, in the mirror
Take a step back, madam

Remember before cursing me
That you had firm flesh
And a dream in your skin
And a dream in your skin
And a dream in your skin, madam