Carta a Mamá - Sebastian Mendoza перевод на английский

Carta a Mamá

Quien me dará ese amor que tu me dabas
Quien me contará las historias que tu me contabas
Quien me dara las caricias que tu me dabas con tus manos blancas
Quien me bendecirá cada mañana
Quien me va enseñar las cosas que tu me enseñabas
Quien me hará sentir un niño
Como cuando me hablabas
Quien me besará la frente con tanta ternura como tu me besabas
Dime quien sino ya no estás conmigo, mamá
Y yo sigo aquí la casa vacía me hace pensar en tí
Hay veces en que miro tu puerta y te veo salir
No hay día que no piense en ti, mamá
Quien me buscará como tú en las noche de insomnio
Quien me cubrirá del frío cuando llegue el otoño
Quien me hablará al oído dieciendome
Tú eres mi principe bueno
Dime quien si ya no estás conmigo mamá
Te seguimos extrañando como el primer día
Tu perfume y tu voz estan siempre en la casa vacía
Vaya que hay cosas que uno tiene que aprender en esta vida
Y hoy comprendo cuanto me faltas, mamá
Y yo sigo aquí la casa vacía me hace pensar en tí
Hay veces en que miro tu puerta y te veo salir
No hay día que no piense en tí...
Y yo sigo aquí la casa vacía me hace pensar en tí
Hay veces en que miro tu puerta y te veo salir
No hay día que no piense en tí
No hay noche que no piense en tí
No hay momento que no piense en tí, mamá...:'(:'(

Letter to Mom

Who will give me the love that you gave me?
Who will tell me the stories that you used to tell me?
Who will give me the caresses that you gave me with your white hands?
Who will bless me every morning?
Who will teach me the things that you used to teach me?
Who will make me feel like a child?
Like when you used to talk to me
Who will kiss my forehead with as much tenderness as you used to kiss me?
Tell me who, since you are no longer with me, Mom?
And I'm still here, the empty house makes me think of you.
There are times when I look at your door and I see you leaving.
There is not a day that I don't think of you, Mom.
Who will look for me like you did on sleepless nights?
Who will cover me from the cold when autumn comes?
Who will whisper in my ear, saying
You are my good prince
Tell me who, if you are no longer with me, Mom?
We still miss you as much as the first day.
Your perfume and your voice are always in the empty house.
There are things that one has to learn in this life
And today I understand how much I miss you, Mom.
And I'm still here, the empty house makes me think of you.
There are times when I look at your door and I see you leaving.
There is not a day that I don't think of you...
And I'm still here, the empty house makes me think of you.
There are times when I look at your door and I see you leaving.
There is not a day that I don't think of you
There is not a night that I don't think of you
There is not a moment that I don't think of you, Mom...:'(:'(