El Niño

Cries without knowing the child
Cries without knowing he sings
Cries singing the sorrows
That he carries within his soul

Owner of the hearts
Since his ancestors
Defends his traditions
Carrying forward the legacy

The child resists sitting
With no other weapons in hand
Than the sung memories
Those are not forgotten

The child resists sitting
Every stormy night
Always clinging to his own
Like a root in his land

He sings to return
For a moment to go back
To feel the smoke, the road
That smell of mother, wet earth
And air on the skin