Comadre, how are you, how have you been?
I have come to your house because I know
That even though the compadre has left us
I know that he is here close to me
And especially with you.

His two children remain as a memory
And a woman as good as you are.
I remember that one day the compadre told me,
"I want you to baptize one of my children,"
And that's why I baptized him.

And now my godson asks me,
"Godfather, where is my dad?"

And now my godson asks me,
"Godfather, where is my dad?"

And I can't answer him at all
Because it makes me want to cry.
Comadre, look at how life is.

God bless my godson
And give him a long life
So that he can replace his dad.

I composed these verses for Pachito
So that he remembers his dad this way.
Because men like him are few,
Who live like Jesus Christ lived
And die at a very young age.

Blessed are you among women,
That's what God once told Mary.
And I tell you, my comadre,
That those good men, when they die,
Look down on us from heaven every day.

And now my godson asks me,
"Godfather, where is my dad?"

And now my godson asks me,
"Godfather, where is my dad?"

And I can't answer him at all
Because it makes me want to cry.
Comadre, look at how life is.

God bless my godson
And give him a long life
So that he can replace his dad.

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES