Canción de Cuna

On the path of the sad asylum
Someone sang with a soft voice
The tender phrase of a mother
Who cradles the child with sweet love

Almost like a child, the poor madwoman
Tied an old rag like a baby
And caressed it in her arms
While singing this song

Hush my child, hush my Sun
I'm your mommy and you're my God
Your father was mean and left you
Maybe he'll come back one day, but without love
Hush my child, hush my Sun

I approached that poor girl
And when she saw me close, her voice fell silent
And squeezing those rags
'Isn't it beautiful?' she asked me

And the intense drama of that mother
Who went crazy for her little one
Lives in my mind and at all times
I hear that song in my ear