Niños

Yotuelito, Sebastian, Camilito
June 14, 2000, my eyes saw you come out
That precious being, fruit of love
You, my son, have been born baptized with my name
Yotuel, you respond with terror in the Chinese and Changó in fine black

My voice will be your voice and like two friends
My experience will be the path that will shape
Your future, although today I'm not sure
I will try to give you everything
Pure and beautiful sincere love
Just for that, I have written this song
Your illusion that moves me
Day by day and with good guidance, I take you, my son

They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing (repeat)

My little son, you give me light
Who else but you, your kisses
Stick to my soul and my calm, the dawn in the morning
With your pure innocence
I love you and love you madly
At night, I turn off the moon
I put you to sleep on my chest, I start to dream
Of eternal loves, so tender, so mine, and my soul sees itself
There is one that sweetens my soul with just his laughter
And the other one captivates me in his secret language without verse
It doesn't matter without cause, Sebastian, Camilo, my kids
They are my strength, my faith, my domain, that's what they are

They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing (repeat)

My stars save me from the cold, they drive away sadness, kill the silence that inhabits my nights tied, married by loneliness

It is the seed that will grow, Colin will be the face of paper, made shreds of
Diaper that will illuminate, dazzle the baby who has come to conquer fatigue
With a smile, the arms will go quickly to rock him
Here in his cradle, the cure for all this madness has not been invented
Even the old priest says that on a carpet
Of affection, the divine child escaped, wanted this infinite love, the stork in
Fine cloth brought news from the embroidered sky
With beautiful gold inside a white handkerchief
The solution to the sleeplessness of mom, dad, and grandpa, my child

They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing (repeat)

They will give you so much pleasure
That when you hear them cry
The pride of a father makes you want to sing

They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing