Ay Mamá

You who have bled so many months of your life
Forgive me, before we start, I'm conceited
And you know it well

To you who always have broth in the fridge
You who could end so many wars
Listen to me!

Mom, mom, mom
Let's stop the city
Taking a breast out in pure Delacroix style
Mom, mom, mom

For so many moms, mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom, mom

All the moms, mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom, mom

You who tied your body well to my head
Wanting to cry but with strength
Listen to me!

Mom, mom, mom
Let's stop the city
Taking a breast out in pure Delacroix style
Mom, mom, mom

For so many moms, mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom, mom

All the moms, mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom, mom— (mommy)

Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom, mom

Long live the moms, mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom
Mom, mom, mom, mom

I don't know why our breasts are so scary
Without them there would be no humanity or beauty
And you know it well

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Listen to me!
Mom, mom, mom