Spainish

Name: Con los amigos ( A mi madre )

Translater: Unknown

Lyric

Con los amigos que el oro me produjo,
pasaba con afán las horas yo—
y de mi bolsa, el poderoso influjo,
todos gozaban de esplendente lujo…
pero mi madre, no.

¡Pobre madre! Yo de ella me olvidaba
cuando en brazos del vicio me dormí
un inmenso cortejo me rodeaba
yo a nadie mi afecto le faltaba…
pero a mi madre, si.

Hoy moribundo, en lágrimas deshecho
exclamo con dolor, “¡todo acabó!”
al ver que gime mi angustiado pecho
todos se alejan de mi pobre lecho
pero mi madre, ¡no!

Y cerca ya del último suspiro
todos se alejan, por mi mal de mí—
la vista en torno de mi lecho giro
en mi triste derredor a nadie miro
pero a mi madre, ¡si!

Hoy moribundo, en lágrimas deshecho
exclamo con dolor, “¡todo acabó!”
al ver que gime mi angustiado pecho
todos se alejan de mi pobre lecho
pero mi madre, ¡no!

English

Name: With Those Friends (To My Mother)

Translater: Unknown

Lyric

With those friends that my wealth bought,
I eagerly fritted away all my time—
and under my wallet’s powerful influence,
everyone reveled in splendid luxury…
but my mother didn’t.

Poor mother! I had forgotten all about her
whilst I slept in the arms of vice.
An immense court surrounded me
and all of them felt my affections—
but my mother didn’t.

Today, as I’m dying and collapsing into tears
I cry out with pain, “Everything’s gone!”
and when they see my anguished chest wheeze,
everyone runs away from my pathetic bedside,
but my mother doesn’t!

And now, as my last breath approaches,
everyone runs away, because of my sickness—
as I gaze all around my bed
by my sad side I can’t see anyone
but my mother—she’s here!

Today, as I’m dying and collapsing into tears
I cry out with pain, “Everything’s gone!”
and when they see my anguished chest wheeze,
everyone runs away from my pathetic bedside,
but my mother doesn’t!

lyrics by Sebastián Alfredo Robles

https://poesiadegotan.com/2010/05/09/con-los-amigos-a-mi-madre/

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