Los Versos para Mi Madre (Remastered) - Julio Jaramillo traduction en anglais

Los Versos para Mi Madre (Remastered)

Mi madre es un poema
De blanca cabellera
Que tiene a flor de labios
Un gesto de ferdor
Cuando tras larga ausencia
Resgira en su ella me beja
Me abraza como un niño
Me besa con pasion
Mi madre es pequeñita igual que una violeta
Lo dulce esta en su alma
El llanto de la ra dios
Es dueña de mi sueños
Aunque no soy poeta los versos a mi madre me lo inspira dios
Que linda que es mi madre
Que suelte es tenerla
Que dichosa al verla
Feliz en el hogar
Ambiente de alegria
Al lado de sus hijos
Cuidando sus nietitos
Que santa que es mi madre
Bendicela si bendicela señor
Mi madre es una rosa
De petalos ojados que guarda su perfume muy junto al corazon
Y viendola esta angustia
No se lo que a llorado
Por eso al mencionarla me envardo de emocion
Mi madre es como un coromo de magica paleta
Cancion, dolor, ternura
Te todo hay en su voz
Es dueña de mi sueños
Aunque no soy poeta los versos a mi madre me lo inspira dios
Que linda que es mi madre
Que suelte es tenerla
Que dichosa al verla
Feliz en el hogar

Verses for My Mother (Remastered)

My mother is a poem,
With white hair,
Who has on her lips
A gesture of passion.
When after a long absence
She looks for me, she kisses me,
She hugs me like a child,
She kisses me passionately.
My mother is tiny like a violet,
The sweetness is in her soul,
The weeping of the radio,
She is the owner of my dreams.
Although I am not a poet, the verses for my mother are inspired by God.
How beautiful is my mother,
How fortunate to have her,
How blissful to see her,
Happy at home.
An atmosphere of joy,
Beside her children,
Taking care of her grandchildren.
How saintly is my mother,
Bless her, oh Lord, bless her.
My mother is a rose,
With fragrant petals that hold their perfume close to her heart.
And seeing her anguish,
I don't know what she has cried for.
That's why mentioning her fills me with emotion.
My mother is like a rainbow of magical palettes,
Song, sorrow, tenderness,
All are in her voice.
She is the owner of my dreams.
Although I am not a poet, the verses for my mother are inspired by God.
How beautiful is my mother,
How fortunate to have her,
How blissful to see her,
Happy at home.