Letra
Con tu pelo cano y tu piel tan blanca,
Con esas arrugas, marcada por los años,
Con tus manos temblorosas, tu risa de alma,
Nacen de tus ojos los concejos de antaño.

Con tus pasos tan pequeños,
Que impacientan a la calma,
Los cariños que no faltan,
Hoy se viven al andar.

Hoy te canto a ti, madre de mi madre,
Hoy te canto a ti porque en mi pecho te anclaste,
Hoy te canto a ti con la única verdad,
Que me late el corazón de pensarte.

Hoy te canto a ti, madre de mi madre,
Hoy te canto a ti mensaje de mi arte,
Hoy te canto a ti con las ganas de besar
Esa frente y sin más, allí quedarme.

Letter
With your gray hair and your skin so white,
With those wrinkles, marked by the years,
With your trembling hands, your soulful laughter,
The advice of yesteryear is born from your eyes.

With your steps so small,
That are impatient with calm,
The affections that are not lacking,
Today they live by walking.

Today I sing to you, mother of my mother,
Today I sing to you because you anchored yourself in my chest,
Today I sing to you with the only truth,
My heart beats thinking about you.

Today I sing to you, mother of my mother,
Today I sing to you a message of my art,
Today I sing to you with the desire to kiss
That forehead and without further ado, I'll stay there.