Mothers day is coming soon. This song, written by Isamel Serrano for the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo, came up in my song list as I was rocking my baby to sleep. It brought tears to my eyes and reminded me why I chose the path I have. I’ve posted this song before on my blog, but my old blog is now “private”, so I’m posting it again. My translation.
He looks for you, mother, while his body is rocked
by the sea in which he sinks asleep.
He dreams with your embrace, searches for memories
to which to hold on so he won’t fall asleep.
The sea roars, it’s a tempest, a cry.
Who could have sent a thousand angels to heaven?
And he hears your screams, white scarves
cover its waters, the wind brought them.
Send a wave to take away
the traitors who planted so much death.
Boats and castaways hear their voices.
They say “Never, never, forget our names”.
Tell the mothers that someplace,
where it’s needed, we continue fighting.
Mother, your son hasn’t disappared.
Mother, I found him walking with you.
I see him in your eyes, I hear him in your mouth,
and he calls me in everyone of your gestures.
I see him in my struggle and he is with me
among the flames of every new battle.
His strong hands guide mine,
towards a future, always towards victory.
His strong hands guide mine,
towards a future, always towards victory.


A las madres de mayo
Te busca madre mientras su cuerpo es mecido
por el mar en el que se sumerge dormido.
Sue