El Hijo Ausente

Another year goes by and I'm so far away
Another Christmas without seeing my folks
Mom, I humbly ask you
That next year they remember me

That they set a place for me at the table
For the son who won't be coming home
Even if I'm not there to toast
My glass should always be full

And when midnight strikes
When laughter and tears mix among the crowd
Send me a big hug
And ask everyone there

Let's raise a glass for the absent one
That next year he’ll be here
Let’s wish for good luck
And may God keep him safe from death