Aya Marcay Quilla

Never lose your child in your arms.
Never suffer such pain.
It will seem to you that the world is ending
That something inside broke.

There will be no pain that can overcome me
The little Indian fell asleep.
The black plague from abroad
Took his laughter away.

Moonlight tears will bring him back
But he won't smile at me
The sparkle in his eyes has already faded.