La Nana Del Trabuco
Joselito
The Gunman's Lullaby
To the lullaby of the bandit
That my child shivers from the downpour
You sleep, my bud, cinnamon flower
While he lulls like a sentinel
For my foot, wet and cold
Has fallen asleep with the lullaby
You sleep, my star, here comes the Boogeyman
For bandits who sleep little
Dreaming that the Cuckoo sings to the little moon
You'll see your little hand with a shotgun
Rosemary flower to the bandit's lullaby
