Lyrics of Hoy Le Hablo A Diario - Los Tigres Del Norte

Hoy Le Hablo A Diario (original)

Dejame hablarte de mi madre compañero
Es un angel del cielo, pero me habla del diario
Y atenderla no puedo, me habla en la casa, al celular
O en mi trabajo, para contarme una vez mas la misma historia,
Me cambia el nombre
Me confunde con mi padre
Mi pobre madre esta perdiendo la memoria.
Mira mi amigo, yo tambien hace unos meses a mi madre querida
Cada vez que me hablaba me le negue mil veces
Se me olvido que alguna vez aquella santa me dio la vida
Y a mi lado siempre estuvo
La conciencia me grito no seas ingrato
Tenle paciencia como ella te la tuvo.
Y ahora que haces cuentamelo amigo mio
Hoy le hablo a diario y voy a verla más seguido
Como no amar a quien me ama sin medida,
A esa señora todo amor, todo ternura
Ahora mismo voy y me la como a besos.
Haces muy bien, llena su alma de dulzura
Mírame a mi yo hablo a diario con mi madre,
Ojala me oiga desde alla en su cepultura
«Una esposa es un oro molido, un hijo es un diamante
Y una madre, es la tierra donde se forjan esos tesoros»
Y ahora que haces cuentamelo amigo mio
Hoy le hablo a diario y voy a verla más seguido
Como no amar a quien me ama sin medida,
A esa señora todo amor, todo ternura
Ahora mismo voy y me la como a besos.
Haces muy bien, llena su alma de dulzura
Mírame a mi yo hablo a diario con mi madre,
Ojala me oiga desde alla en su cepultura

(translation)

Let me tell you about my mother partner
He is an angel from heaven, but he tells me about the newspaper
And I can't attend to her, she talks to me at home, on the cell phone
Or at my work, to tell me the same story once again,
change my name
He confuses me with my father
My poor mother is losing her memory.
Look my friend, me too a few months ago to my dear mother
Every time she spoke to me she denied me a thousand times
I forgot that once upon a time that saint gave me life
And she was always by my side
My conscience yelled at me, don't be ungrateful
Be patient with her as she was with you.
And now what are you doing tell me my friend
Today I speak to her daily and I will see her more often
How not to love who she loves me without measure,
To that lady all love, all tenderness
Right now I go and eat her with kisses.
You do very well, fill her soul with sweetness
Look at me, I talk to my mother every day,
I hope she hears me from beyond her in her cepultura
"A wife is ground gold, a child is a diamond
And a mother is the land where those treasures are forged»
And now what are you doing tell me my friend
Today I speak to her daily and I will see her more often
How not to love someone who loves me without measure,
To that lady all love, all tenderness
Right now I go and eat her with kisses.
You do very well, fill her soul with sweetness
Look at me, I talk to my mother every day,
I hope she hears me from beyond her in her cepultura