Pequeños Milagros

Baby, I'm tired of writing the sorrows
I'm going to start telling you the good ones
The good things in the heart

Hello, I'm going to start singing good things to you
All the honey that was made in the hive
All the strength of that heart

Sing again from another place
Start again, start with small miracles

It sounds, the song is old and yet it sounds
The fire is small, however it burns
The rain is wet and it is not a downpour

Baby, I'm out of tricks
I forgot all the schemes
The best rhythm is your breathing

Sing again from another place
Start again, start with small miracles