Mi Madre

When I was little she told me to go to my room...
And my mother crying scolded me to listen to you
To the virgin of the calvary I prayed for this war to end
And no matter how much I closed my eyes, you shouted at her
Now I have grown up, I don't want to be with you anymore

Now I just ask you
To take your things and leave
I won't allow you to hit my mother
Leave before it's too late
Leave and don't be such a coward

Take your things and leave
I won't allow you to hit my mother
Leave, I don't want to see you
You have to be very little of a man
to hit a woman
Now the memories torment me
You destroyed her life
She needed makeup
for so many wounds
To the virgin of the calvary I prayed but you never stopped
And my soul falls to the ground
When I think of her face
Now I have grown up, I don't want to be with you anymore
Now I just ask you

To take your things and leave
I won't allow you to hit my mother
Leave before it's too late
Leave and don't be such a coward
Take your things and leave
I won't allow you to hit my mother
Leave, I don't want to see you
You have to be very little of a man
to hit a woman