Gurisito
Daniel Viglietti
Little Boy
Child, my child,
You will come in spring,
I will bring you.
My little boy,
Place of honeysuckles
I will give you.
And even if you are born poor,
I also bring you:
children are needed
for the dawn.
Child, little child,
The new little man
will arrive.
Ugly little boy,
button nose of wisteria
he will have.
And as he grows up
so will also grow
the place for everyone,
will be for good.
Child, my child,
your child and that child,
all will go.
Rolling and rolling,
towards the new life
they will arrive.
Each child a little,
all will take
from the same milk
and the same bread.
Child, my child,
You will come in spring,
I will bring you.
My little boy,
Place of honeysuckles
I will give you.
And even if you are born poor,
I also bring you:
children are needed
for the dawn.