Madre - Plácido Domingo

On your white grave

Closed now for years

White flowers are blossoming with life

Mother, my beloved, long gone

From me, your son, you will have

A prayer, a song

Love that will live

Without you forever, mother, mother

On your white grave

Closed now for years

Something arises inexplicable

As death, as a prayer

And it brings you eternal rest

Silence hangs still in the air

How many years have

Already slipped away without you?

Mother, my beloved, long gone, etc