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I Talk To Her Daily

Let me tell you about my mother, friend
she's an angel from heaven, but calls me every day
and I can't attend to her, she calls me at home, on my cellphone
or at work, to tell me the same story again
 
She calls me by another name
she mistakes me for my father
my poor mother is losing her memory
 
- Look friend, a few months ago I too denied my dear mother
thousands of times every time she wanted to talk to me
I forget that that saintly woman gave life to me
and was always at my side
 
My consciousness scolded me: "don't be ungrateful,
have the same patience she had with you"
 
And so, how are things then my friend, tell me
- I speak to her daily and I go see her more often
how can I not love someone who loves me without measure
that woman is all love, all kindness
 
I'm on my way now, and I'll shower her with kisses
- You're doing the right thing, fill her soul with affection
Look at me, I talk with my mother daily
I hope she hears me from there in her grave
 
(A wife is milled gold, a child is a diamond
and a mother, is the land where those treasures are forged)
 
And so, how are things then my friend, tell me
- I speak to her daily and I go see her more often
how can I not love someone who loves me without measure
that woman is all love, all kindness
 
I'm on my way now, and I'll shower her with kisses
- You're doing the right thing, fill her soul with affection
Look at me, I talk with my mother daily
I hope she hears me from there in her grave
 
Spanish
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Hoy Le Hablo a Diario

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