A keresés eredménye

My mom is poor

My mother is poor
She can't give me anything
The poor little thing kisses me
And then she starts to cry
 
Tonecas and Marianela / Two funny kids
They went sitting / On my window, those two naughty ones
And he said to her: You are so badly dressed
Yes, I am, but it's not my fault / The reason that I am like this
That my life has been so bad / Is that my mother is poor
 
You always went barefoot! / You never wore shoes!
She put the kids down / Her poor eyes showed shame
You never had anything... A rope, so that you could jump
A hoop that you could play with / A drum, many dolls!
Tonecas, my mom / She can't give me anything
 
I would like to know / Why you never went to school
We don't need to know how to read / To beg
So, where do you eat? / At a neighbor's house
I go there by the morning / And also at night
And then my mother / She kisses me, the poor little thing
 
Kisses are just kisses / I am sorry to say
But they don't feed you / They can't kill your cravings!
But they are never too much / They have another flavor!
They taste like / The most tender food!
My mother gives me hundreds of them / And then she starts to cry