Rin Del Angelito
Mercedes Sosa
Little Angel's Rhyme
Off to the skies he goes
That beloved little angel,
To pray for his grandparents,
For his parents and siblings.
When the flesh dies
The soul seeks its place,
Inside a poppy
Or inside a little bird.
The earth is waiting for him,
With its heart wide open,
That's why the little angel,
Seems like you're awake.
When the flesh dies,
The soul seeks its center,
In the brightness of a rose
Or a brand new little fish.
In his little earth crib,
A bell will lull him,
While the rain cleans
His face in the morning.
When the flesh dies
The soul seeks its target,
In the mystery of the world,
That has opened its window.
The joyful butterflies,
To see the beautiful little angel,
Around his cradle,
Walk around him slowly.
When the flesh dies,
The soul goes straight,
To greet the moon,
And on the way, the little star.
Where did his grace go,
Where did his sweetness go,
Why does his body fall,
Like a ripe fruit.
When the flesh dies,
The soul seeks in the heights,
The explanation of his life,
Cut so abruptly.
The explanation of his death,
Imprisoned in a tomb,
When the flesh dies,
The soul remains dark.
