El Grito Del Niño
Manuel Carrasco
The Child's Cry
I am the child's cry
Hungry, calling for his mother
The little ant in the sand
Carrying its sorrow
I’m what nobody knows
I am the empty glass
Waiting to be filled
I’m whatever you want me to be
But don’t you ever think
That I’m gonna back down
And I
The nail that can’t be hammered in
A caress about to burst
A see you later, heart
A wink in the corner of a bar
I am
The enemy of envy
What’s given can’t be taken back
The lie and the truth
I am the child's cry
Hungry, calling for his mother
The little ant in the sand
Carrying its sorrow
I’m what nobody knows
I am the empty glass
Waiting to be filled
I’m whatever you want me to be
But don’t you ever think
That I’m gonna back down
And I
A poor unfortunate who can’t see
What others know how to appreciate
The rage that turned you upside down
The shine that your gaze gives off
I am
The bravest of the cowards
Planting the seed
Growing more and more
I am the child's cry
Hungry, calling for his mother
The little ant in the sand
Carrying its sorrow
I’m what nobody knows
I am the empty glass
Waiting to be filled
I’m whatever you want me to be
But don’t you ever think
That I’m gonna back down
And if I’m a moan
In a broken fandango
It’s because it hurts me
That you want someone else
And so
I let it go