Letra de Matos Rodríguez
The masquerade
of miseries without end
parades around that ill person
that soon should die of grief..
That is why in his bed
he sobs anguished,
remembering the past
that makes him suffer.
He abandoned his mother
who remained deserted
and mad with passion,
blind with love,
he ran after his beloved one,
she was pretty, she was bewitching,
she was a flower of beauty.
She admired his love,
until she got tired of him
and left him for another man.
A long time later,
He went back to the maternal home
to be able to cure his ill
and injured heart,
and learned that his holy mother,
the one that he had left
last winter,
died of cold.
Today all alone, abandoned
on the sad side of luck,
he anxiously awaits his death
that should arrive soon..
And within the sad coldness
that invades the heart,
he feels the raw sensation
of his wickedness..
Among shadows
his suffering breathing is heard
he smiles before dying
because a sweet peace comes to him;
he feels that from the heavens
his good mother,
mitigating her griefs,
has forgiven his faults..