La Madre
José Luis Perales
The Mother
They leave
As they always leave
And you
Stay as always
Picking up the cutlery
And the tablecloth, from the dining room
And you rebel
When you see
The mess
They left when the children left
The children
Who will one day change
Homes and tablecloth
When they learn the art of flying
When their childhood has escaped
And they will visit you at Christmas
If they have time
The children
Who now throw the ball
And break a glass
And play at salon pirates
And fill the entrance with their shouts
And fly their paper kites
In the middle of the street
Everyone leaves
As they always leave
And you
Stay as always
Remembering their childhood
Through the dining room window
Then you stay silent
And remember
By the hearth
The children
The children
Who will never return
Who will never return
To being those salon pirates
Nor fill the entrance with shouts
Nor fly paper kites
In the middle of the street
The children
Who will one day change
Homes and tablecloth
When they learn the art of flying
When their childhood has escaped
And they will visit you at Christmas
If they have time
When they learn the art of flying
When their childhood has escaped
And they will visit you at Christmas
If they have time
