Coplitas para Lisandro

From his little hands they already sound
the drumskins give us hope
the freedom of the road
and the echo of the songs

Commotion in the mornings
when the sun beats in his belly
and an invisible guitar
that grows between his little hands

There goes his joy
climbing up my back
between smiles and games
his hug will bring me calm

Chorus

Morning freshness
to refresh memories
how fresh his gaze is
coolness of my feelings

When the night approaches
and his eyelids are heavy
a lap for his dreams
scattered across the sky

Moonlight in his eyes
shining all alone
little heart and brazier
that warms my days

He also carries the essence
that the earth gives us
at birth we are baptized
with rhythms of folk dances