El Hijo Mio
Antonio Molina
My Son
No sorrow fits me anymore
No one is happier than me
Today they told me I'm a father
Of a little boy like me
He will have a dark complexion
The son of my desires
Eyes like sorrow
Lips like carnations
Asleep will be the morning star
Reflecting in the river's glass
Oh, mother, how I love him
How I love this son of mine
Asleep will be the morning star
Reflecting in the river's glass
Oh, mother, how I love him
How I love this son of mine
Sleep, little morning star
Sleep, beautiful child, lullaby
