Canto de La Abuela

I went holding your little hand
The gigantic things I saw
Were always unreachable
As time at my age didn't matter.

Evoking your voice and tenderness
In a beautiful walk towards the light
You poured me the faith of your pure soul
So that one day I would believe like you.

And you greeted your siblings
Mr. Evangelino, Mrs. Flor
And in that huge chair you sat me
And we sang a song of love.

And that verse and that melody
That maybe I repeated without thinking
They stayed with me in the agony
Of the years that were going to change me:

Our Father who art in heaven
Surrounded by immortal glory
Hope of the soul that raises
To love and science an altar.

Let, let in our homes
Never lack, oh God! your kindness
A spark of light for the soul
For the body a piece of bread.

Today I remember grandmother, little one
Discovering your voice and tenderness
And even though I only believe in man, I admit
That your song grew with my stature.

Oh grandmother,
Oh Bayamo
The more years pass
The more we remember.

Sunset is a way
To get closer to childhood
And if they are sweet memories
They are enjoyed again.
You see.

The best thoughts
Coming from wherever
Always ennoble the soul
With nothing to stop them.

Give me a bath of sweetness
Invite me to walk
Next to your immortal trace
And cleanse me of bitterness.

Today I remember grandmother, little one
Discovering your voice and tenderness
And even though I only believe in man, I admit
That your song grew with my stature.