Niño de Sueño

On that white night where the earth dies
Walks a carob tree child burying the stars
In his eyes towards the sky, a gray mountain of lament
And in his soul falls asleep a tree of seven dreams
Ho, ho, ho, ho.

That child I name resembles my silence
Who knows doesn't know, may that child be the man I carry inside
Brown angel of my land, let me be in your dream
A moon kite that flies in your thoughts.

On the wings of the wind, where the sorrow resounds
Goes the child beating his wooden heart
The night sows splinters of old games in his hands
And in the dam of dawn, my town is blushing.