Translation of the song lyrics Vientre de Cuna - Ricardo Arjona

Vientre de Cuna (original)

Me gusta hablar de la cocina
con la seriedad que Gorvachov aborda el tema
de la cada de su cortina.
Me gusta verte remendar mi pantaln
que hubiese ido a dar a la basura
si hubiese sido otra la situacin.
Me gusta verte sonrer cuando lo normal era llorar.
Me has gustado siempre y hoy me gustas mucho ms.
Porque sin aludir a la fortuna
aquella noche de luna tu vientre se hizo cuna.
Trayendo el fruto de algo mutuo.
Y es que tan sagrada es tu labor,
que pariendo con dolor materializas el amor,
volviendo humano el sentimiento.
Me gusta verte en el supermercado
escoger los abarrotes
segn la economa nos haya tratado.
Me gusta ver tu abdomen de perfil
que viene a recordarme
que de una nueva vida ser yo el albail.
Me gusta verte ese swing que has adoptado al caminar,
y es que me gustas toda, incluso verte estornudar.
Porque sin aludir a la fortuna
aquella noche de luna tu vientre se hizo cuna.
Trayendo el fruto de algo mutuo.
Y es que tan sagrada es tu labor,
que pariendo con dolor materializas el amor,
volviendo humano el sentimiento.
Me gusta verte en el supermercado y tu swing al caminar
y tantas otras cosas, pero ms me gustars,
cuando alguien te llame: mam

Vientre de Cuna (translation)

I like to talk about cooking
with the seriousness that Gorbachev approaches the subject
of the fall of his curtain from him.
I like to see you mend my pants
that would have gone to the garbage
if the situation had been different.
I like to see you smile when it was normal to cry.
I have always liked you and today I like you much more.
Because without alluding to fortune
That moonlit night your belly became a cradle.
Bringing the fruit of something mutual.
And it is so sacred is your work,
that by giving birth with pain you materialize love,
making the feeling human.
I like to see you in the supermarket
choose groceries
as the economy has treated us.
I like to see your abdomen in profile
who comes to remind me
that of a new life I will be the mason.
I like to see that swing you have adopted when walking,
and it's that I like everything, even seeing you sneeze.
Because without alluding to fortune
That moonlit night your belly became a cradle.
Bringing the fruit of something mutual.
And it is so sacred is your work,
that by giving birth with pain you materialize love,
making the feeling human.
I like to see you in the supermarket and your swing when walking
and so many other things, but I like you more,
when someone calls you: mom