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Hector Lavoe "El Retrato de Mamá" lírica

Traducción al: EN

Bien hermano vine a verte,
No es para pedirte nada.
Si aunque pobre estoy viviendo,
Te agradezco la intención.

Ese gran carro en la puerta,
Esta mansionada casa.
Dice lo que profesastes,
Es alta tu posición.
Esta salita en que estamos,
Decorada a lo moderno.
Con sus cuadros que la adornan,
Cuesta todo un dineral.

No saques la cartera no es por plata que yo vengo,
Dime tu el retrato, de la vieja donde esta.
Pobre vieja, ella que tanto te quiso.
Que llego hasta el sacrificio,
Para mandarte a estudiar.

Ni siquiera, te sobro delicadeza,
Para poner en la casa
El retrato de mama.
Desde el cielo, ella te ve y te perdona,
Pero yo que soy tu hermano,
No te puedo perdonar.

Y dime, por que entre tantas alhajas,
Falta la joya más cara.
El retrato de mama.

Pobre vieja, ella que tanto te quiso.
Que llego hasta el sacrificio,
Para mandarte a estudiar.

Ni siquiera, te sobro delicadeza,
Para poner en la casa
El retrato de mama.
Desde el cielo, ella te ve y te perdona,
Pero yo que soy tu hermano,
No te puedo perdonar.

Y dime, por que entre tantas alhajas,
Falta la joya más cara.
El retrato de mamá.

Well, brother, I've come to see you
Not to ask you for anything,
Even though I'm living poorly,
I thank your intentions.

This big car in the door,
This mansion of a house,
Says what you professed,
Your [Social] position is high.
This living room where we are,
Modernly decorated,
With the paintings that embellish it
Costs a lot of money.
Don't put out your wallet! I haven't come here for money
Just tell me, my old woman's portrait, where is it?

Poor old lady! She, who loved you so much!
That even got to sacrifice
Just to send you to study,

You didn't even have any gentleness left
To put Mom's Portrait in your house

From Heaven, she sees you and forgives you
But I, that am your brother, can't Forgive you

And tell me why, among all these treasures,
Isn't here the most expensive jewel:
Mom's portrait?

Poor old lady! She, who loved you so much!
That even got to sacrifice
Just to send you to study,

You didn't even have any gentleness left
To put Mom's Portrait in your house

From Heaven, she sees you and forgives you
But I, that am your brother, can't Forgive you

And tell me why, among all these treasures,
Isn't here the most expensive jewel:
Mom's portrait?