Escúchame, Pequeño
Violeta Parra
Listen to Me, Little One
I'm a Chilean
who never went to school
on the contrary, in the garden
I caught butterflies.
On the street I sang
like a [poor] lost bird.
At night the stars
in the sky answered me:
be careful my little one.
How come I'm in Paris
it's an angel who brought me
from the story of witches
or a children's dream.
Oh! Paris, good friend of my heart.
It's my brother who made me
know music.
It's my brother who told me
to work the clay.
He told me: the planes
go straight to Paris
don't be afraid, your works
have nothing to do here
be careful my little one.
How come I'm in Paris
it's an angel who brought me
from the story of witches
or a children's dream.
Oh! Paris, good friend of my heart.
