La luz de la mañana

For the sadly almost happy
For those who dream among those who wait
For the mothers who fight for their children
For the future, for the unseen

For what we will become, what awaits us
Among the grass, among the green it bursts
Without prior notice, almost by surprise
Always like Cinderella, the morning light

It arrives, arrives, arrives, arrives, arrives, arrives

Through the blinds, through the keyholes
Under the doors, between the cracks
Over the mountains to the bottom of the sea
In your eyes the sunlight reflects

Between the bars, the clouds, the fountains, the glass
The drying clothes, the tree leaves
The flags that never stop fighting
The children's faces sing

Through the bottles, the glasses from the night before
The fences, the borders, the fisherman's net
Crossing the galaxy at great speed
Precise and clear, they call it solar

To the closets among the shirts
To the corners and the 'cantonadas'
Through the dust and the calls
With the same dedication it flies, advances

Over the snow, desert, cities, and forest
Among the stars like a flame
From the east it reaches this bed
With the same strength, the morning light