Estoy Solo Aqui En Mi Selda Triste Y Recurdando
Pagando Una Condena Porque Yo A Un Hombre A Matado
Pensando Siempre En Mi Madre Que Toda Su Vida, Por Me Lucho
Que Los Consejos Que Ella Me Daba, En Mi Cabeza Jamas Entro
Solo Espero Que Ella Desde El Cielo Me Escuche Y Me Pueda Peldona
Yo Era Un Hombre Que Tenia Todo Pero Nunca Tuve Jamas Un Papa
Que Habia Cosas Que Queria Contarle Y No Me Animaba Y Tuve Que Callar
Fueron Pasando Los Mese En Mi Celda Y Un Dia Un Hombre Llego
Tenia El Pelo Muy Blanco Y Ojos Azules Egual Que Yo
Segun Dice Ya Lleba 24 Años En Esta Maldita Prision
Y Aunque Lleba Metido En Su Pecho Una Gran Pena Y Un Gran Dolor
Era Una Tarde De Enero Y Mi Compañero Se Me Aselco
Me Dijo, Quieres Que Hablemos Y A Mi Lado Se Me Sento
Me Dijo Cuenta Me De Tu Vida, Cosas Que Tenga Dentro De Ti
Le Dije, Tuve Una Buena Madre Pero A Mi Padre No Lo Conosi
Y Por Andar Con Mala Compañias A Mi Pobre Madre Peldi
Ese Hombre Me Dijo Hace Mucho Tiempo Tenia Una Mujer
Que A Cual Amaba Con El Alma En Su Bientre Llevaba Un Hijo De El
Salio Una Tarde A Buscar Trabajo Porque No Tenia Nada Pa Comer
Pero A Todos Los Lados Que Iba Nunca Tuvo Suelte Y No Supo Que Hacer
Se Encontro Con Un Viejo Amigo Y Lo Convencio A Ir A Robar
Y A Peno Todo Robo Se Complica Y A Un Hombre Inocente Tuvo Que Matar
Desde hace 24 años está pagando todos sus erros
Pensando Siempre En Su Buen Amada Y Su Hijito Que No Conocio
Le Pregunte Por Su Amada Como Se Llamaba Y El Respondio
Me Dijo El Nombre Completo Y Un Sudor Frio Por Me Corio
Esa Mujer Era Mi Madre Y Frente A Mi Padre, Estaba Yo
Está es La Historia Que Le Pasa A Cual Quiere
Una historia de vida que me susedió
No Tuve Padre Pero Tuve Un Madre Que Toda Su Vida Por Mi Lucho
Aquel Que Tenga Una Madre Que Simepre Le Cuide Y Sepa Valorar
Porque El Día Que Ya No La Tenga Mucho Le Hara Falta Pero talde será (×2)
Here I am in my cell,
Sad and reminiscing,
Serving out my sentence,
Because I killed a man.
I'm thinking always of my Mother,
Who fought for me her entire life,
Who gave me advice,
That I never accepted.
My only hope is that she will hear me
From my cell, that she will forgive me.
I was a man who had it all,
But I never had a father.
I had things I wanted to tell her,
But I never did. I just remained silent.
The months were passing by here in my cell,
When one day I got a cellmate.
He had very grey hair and blue eyes,
Just like mine. According to him
He'd already spent 24 years in this accursed prison,
And in his heart he carried great pain and grief.
Then one afternoon in January he looked at me and said,
He wanted for us to have a talk.
So we sat down together.
Tell me, he said, the story of your life.
Tell me those things that are troubling you.
I told him I'd had a wonderful Mother,
But I never knew my Father.
Because I'd associated with bad people,
I lost my poor Mother.
The man then told me that long ago he'd had a wife,
That he'd loved with all his heart.
In her womb she was carrying his child.
One afternoon he went out to find work,
Because they had nothing to eat.
He looked everywhere, but had no luck.
He didn't know what to do.
He ran into an old friend,
Who talked him into pulling a robbery.
The robbery went bad, however,
And an innocent man was killed.
For 24 years, he said, he'd been paying for his mistakes,
Thinking always of his true love,
And the little son he never knew.
I asked him her name and he told me.
He gave me the complete name.
I broke into a cold sweat.
His wife was my Mother.
I was standing before my own Father.
This is a story anybody might tell,
But this story is from my own life.
I had no Father, but I did have a Mother,
Who'd fought for me her entire life.
He who has a Mother, who fights for him always,
Must know how to treasure her,
Because a day will come, when he won't have her,
When he'll miss her dearly.
May that day not come soon.