Dos Claveles
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Two Carnations
Oh little red carnation that I carry in my chest
It proclaims maternal loves, maternal loves
I will always keep you in the depths of my life
As a Holy Memory of my dear mother
As a Holy Memory of my dear mother
My chest sends out a cry, a look to the sky
To ask Christ, blessed Christ God
Do not take my mother, my good little mother
My Holy Little Mother, who eases my sorrows
My Holy Little Mother, who eases my sorrows
Oh little white carnation, that in wounded hearts
They cry out bitterness of a lost love
Poor those who carry it, without a mother in this world
When I think of mine, I cry and get confused
When I think of mine, I cry and get confused
Mothers are pieces of good hearts
Children are the leaves of the tree of illusion
Whoever has her alive should love her very much
And whoever has her dead, say a prayer for her
And whoever has her dead, say a prayer for her
