Nanas De La Cebolla
Joan Manuel Serrat
Onion Lullabies
The onion is frost
Closed and poor
Frost of your days
And my nights
Hunger and onion
Black ice and frost
Big and round
In the cradle of hunger
My child was
With onion blood
He was breastfed
But your blood
Frosted with sugar
Onion and hunger
A dark-skinned woman
Resolved in moonlight
Spills thread by thread
Over the cradle
Laugh, child
I bring you the moon
When necessary
Your laughter is the most victorious sword
Victor of flowers
And larks
Rival of the sun
Future of my bones
And my love
I woke up from being a child
Never wake up
I carry a sad mouth
Always laugh
Always in the cradle
Defending laughter
Feather by feather
Your laughter makes me free
It gives me wings
It takes away my loneliness
It tears away my prison
Mouth that flies
Heart that flashes
In the eighth month you laugh
With five orange blossoms
With five tiny
Fiercenesses
With five teeth
Like five adolescent jasmines
Border of kisses
They will be tomorrow
When in your teeth
You feel a weapon
You feel a fire
Running down teeth
Looking for the center
Fly child in the double
Moon of the chest
He, sad with onion
You satisfied
Don't collapse
Don't know what's happening
Or what's going on
