Paroles et traduction Herencia de Timbiqui - Serenata a Mamá

Serenata a Mamá

I
Cuando yo me alejo y te dejo triste
Siento que mi vida se quiere acabar,
Sin embargo cuando pues tengo que irme
Por que así es la vida, nos toca marchar
Por eso es que ahora que te tengo cerca
Quiero darte abrazos, besos, mucho amor
Levántate madre y ábreme la puerta, q
Ue el día que te marches muero de dolor
Levántate madre y ábreme la puerta, q
Ue el día que me faltes ay me muero yo.

Ábreme la puerta mama y sirve bastante en un plato
Ábreme la puerta mama y sirve bastante en un plato
Que no me eh podido llenar, desde que lo probé de tus manos
Que no me eh podido llenar desde que lo probé de tus manos
II
Ahora que ya es tarde y a pasado el tiempo
Quiero compensarte cual travieso fui
Fueron tantas cosas que a sudor buscaste
Y yo tan inquieto te las destruí.
Yo perdí aquel perro que tu querías tanto
Y bote la olla que hacías el café
Robe tus zapatos, se los di a un mendigo
Y no se tu anillo donde lo deje
Robe tus zapatos, se los di a un mendigo
Y no se tu anillo donde lo deje.
Ábreme la puerta mama y sirve bastante en un plato
Ábreme la puerta mama y sirve bastante en un plato
Que no me eh podido llenar, desde que lo probé de tus manos
Que no me eh podido llenar desde que lo probé de tus manos
III
Ábreme la puerta mama, que vengo cansado del mas aya
Ábreme la puerta mama, y es que,
Tu sabes reina mía que te quiero cantar
Ábreme la puerta mama,
Y esta serenata para ti mi reina la dueña de mi bienestar
IIII
Mama, como te quiero tanto
Te voy a canta' una canción bonita
Canción que me sale del alma, linda melodía

Abreme la puerta mama, vengo reina mia a cantarte mi cancion
Y esta serenata te la doy con mi corazón
Ábreme la puerta mama

Serenata to Mom

I
When I leave and leave you sad
I feel like my life wants to end,
However, when I have to leave
Because that's life, we have to leave
That's why now that I have you close
I want to give you hugs, kisses, a lot of love
Get up, mother, and open the door for me, q
Ue the day you leave, I will die of grief
Get up, mother, and open the door for me, q
Ue the day you fail me, oh, I die.

Open the door, mom, and serve plenty on a plate
Open the door, mom, and serve plenty on a plate
That I couldn't get enough, since I tasted it from your hands
That you couldn't get enough, since you tasted it from his hands
II
Now that it's late and time has passed
I want to compensate you for being naughty
There were so many things you looked for with sweat
And I was so restless that I destroyed them.
I lost that dog you loved so much
And threw away the pot you made coffee in
I stole your shoes, I gave them to a beggar
And I don't know where your ring is
I stole your shoes, I gave them to a beggar
And I don't know where you left your ring.
Open the door, mom, and serve plenty on a plate
Open the door, mom, and serve plenty on a plate
That I couldn't get enough, since I tasted it from your hands
That you couldn't get enough, since you tasted it from his hands
III
Open the door, mom, I'm tired from the other side
Open the door, mom, and it's that,
You know, my queen, that I want to sing to you
Open the door, mom,
And this serenade for you, my queen, the mistress of my well-being
IIII
Mom, I love you so much
I'm going to sing you a beautiful song
Song that comes from my soul, beautiful melody

Open the door for me, mom, I come, my queen, to sing you my song
And this serenade I give you with my heart
Open the door, mom