El Niño de Guatemala

I want in the shadow of a wing
Sing this blooming tale
Of the child of Guatemala
A humble servant

Who in the shadow of a wing
In other words, under a plane
Of the child of Guatemala
I sing this sad song

She remains ignorant
From the torrent of passion
Like a herd of elephants
Shake my heart

The child from Guatemala
The one who died of heat
Embraced by the flames
Of a terrible passion

He entered the river in the afternoon
The doctor took him out dead
They say he died of cold
I know it was of heat

And she ignores how sincere
It is the torrent of passion
What a bunch of poggers
Shake my heart

I could never tell you
What I feel for you
I am a very shy boy
With problems of expression
And that's why I decided
Write you this song

I wrote very beautiful rhymes
In which I made rhyme She
With fascinating stars
And with Santiago Tavella
But among so many beautiful things
I forgot to include her name

And she remains ignorant
From the torrent of passion
Like a herd of elephants
Shake my heart