La Tumba de Mi Madre
Los Tigres del Norte
My Mother's Grave
I bring these flowers to my mother's grave
The little old lady who suffered so much for me
What gets to me is having arrived late
I was in prison when my mother died
Now I remember when I was a prisoner
No friend remembered my name
Only my mother visited my prison
Compassionate towards my sad situation
Today I understand, there are no friends or women
The ones I had pretended to be my friends
My mother used to say that in bed and in jail
If they visit you, they are true friends
Now I remember when I was a prisoner
No friend remembered my name
Only my mother visited my prison
Compassionate towards my sad situation
Today I understand, there are no friends or women
The ones I had pretended to be my friends
My mother used to say that in bed and in jail
If they visit you, they are true friends
