More songs by Mariella y Venero
Description
Producer: Alcides Hidalgo
Composer: Alcides Hidalgo
Lyrics and translation
Original
José Luis guarda media vida en un morral porque no puede cargar la vida entera.
Guarda ese rosario que tiene desde chiquito.
Nunca lo ha usado, pero sabe que tiene el poder especial del manto porque así dice su madre.
Guarda prendas de ropa negras y blancas porque son los básicos para dormir, para trabajar, para lo que sea necesario.
De vez en cuando se distrae.
¿Cómo no va a darle largas a esa despedida forzada?
Por otro lado, mamá está escondida con sus ojos reventados de lágrimas llenas de recuerdos de una vida entera.
Mamá está triste y preocupada.
Entiende los tiempos de soledad que se avecinan.
José Luis cierra el morral, ese morral que tiene años cargando sus sueños.
En esta ocasión no será la excepción.
La despedida se compone por un abrazo extenso y húmedo, de esos que si cierran los ojos duran para siempre.
Mamá le pone agua bendita en la frente y en todo el cuerpo, entregándolo a la voluntad de Dios mientras desde la puerta ve irse al amor más grande, su hijo, con la dolorosa sensación de que tal vez no volverá.
English translation
José Luis keeps half his life in a backpack because he cannot carry his entire life.
Save that rosary that you have had since you were little.
He has never used it, but he knows that he has the special power of the cloak because his mother says so.
Save black and white clothing items because they are the basics for sleeping, for working, for whatever is necessary.
From time to time he gets distracted.
How can you not delay this forced farewell?
On the other hand, mom is hiding with her eyes bursting with tears full of memories of an entire life.
Mom is sad and worried.
Understand the lonely times ahead.
José Luis closes his backpack, that backpack that has been carrying his dreams for years.
This time it will not be the exception.
The farewell is made up of an extensive and wet hug, the kind that if you close your eyes lasts forever.
Mom puts holy water on his forehead and all over his body, surrendering him to the will of God while from the door she watches her greatest love, her son, leave, with the painful feeling that perhaps he will not return.