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