Hector Lavoe

I was a little boy when my old man died

It was so much misery that my old lady and me

We ate the grimy, hard bread while we cried

What hours of misery my hand begged for

My poor old lady washing other people's clothes

She broke her backbone at the foot of the tinajon

For meager coins to soothe her sorrows

The cruel bitterness of our situation

I grew up at the bar and in my youthful years

I took the path that seemed best to me

I rubbed elbows with milongueras, I hobnobbed with copetines

And the best of my friends when he could sold me out

I played the handsome and they locked me up behind bars

And as a prisoner not even a friend has come to visit me

Only the haggard and adored face of my old woman

Crushed against the bars to be able to kiss me

That's why my companions with so many disappointments

No one convinces me with phrases of friendship

And today I live with my mother I want to sweeten her years

And I want to make happy her noble old age

I feel so happy together, together with my little mother

That is the best love that the heart has

That if that is a love that no one can take away from me

Love that does not deceive nor knows of betrayal

To you my friend who is so young

I'll give you a golden piece of advice, leave all the fun and frolics behind

That will never weigh you down, take care of your old lady

That the mother is a treasure a treasure that if you lose it

You won't find another one like it

And don't do like those who spend their money on pleasures

And forget about the mother and don't care about her pain

That they kill her in disgust and only when she dies

They regret and mourn for her, they don't understand her value

Her value!

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