Aires de Cuna

(For the girls Amaranta
and Paloma, their dad loves them so much,)

Wake up, my child, the breeze is coming.
The moon is waiting for you, it's getting late.
When the dew shines, the mountain's gold.
The sun hides between thorns and brambles.
Lullaby, little lullaby, lullaby. Lullaby that breaks at dawn:
How the day lifts my insides, the nightingales!