El Mundo Prometido A Juanito Laguna

The zinc sky of Buenos Aires
graying the cardboard slums.
Juanito Laguna is the childhood
of that color, of that color, of that color.

Lullaby my sun. All children
carry a dream-bread under their arm,
world promised to their innocence,
that innocence of a child and Juan
will not understand.

Don't fall asleep,
Juanito of the dream-bread,
for the poor child's dream
is watched over by loneliness.
Lullaby, there is no flour
and if you fall asleep, the devil
from the lagoon will come
to bite, to burn
the amazed tenderness of bread.

Every child is Juan. All children
play with Juanito to wake up.
They roam in their rounds and then
Juan wakes up, Juan wakes up, Juan wakes up.

Lullaby, my Juan from everywhere,
because your childhood will wake up
with a people Juan
of beehive and dovecote.

Lullaby, my poor Juan, for your bread.
You go from dawn and you will come
from Juan's depths
baking the bread of peace.
Juan, I have been a child and you, Juan
and with your child and my bread
Juan's dream will sing.

You go from dawn and you will come
from Juan's depths
baking the bread of peace.