Luz Prodigiosa

Hush, baby, hush
Of the big horse
That didn't want the water.
The water was black
Inside the branches.
When it reaches the bridge
It stops and sings.
Who will say, my child,
What the water has with its long tail
In its green room?

Fall asleep, carnation,
For the horse doesn't want to drink.
Fall asleep, rosebush,
For the horse starts to cry.