Libertad pastoral

Your hair falls
over a sleeping forehead
forehead that will vibrate wounded
by drops of feeling.

You wanted to shout to the wind,
and your voice was not heard
and running through the field,
people have seen you.

Small is the freedom
she can no longer play
small is the freedom.

They take her to the mill
and give her a pacifier
because now she is tiny
and she can't play.

If you see a sparrow fly
don't pull its tail - no, no
let it fly
because as long as the sparrow flies
my freedom will fly.

Take her by the hand
and lead her to the side
the Sun will cover them
people will not bother.

When she grows up and is big,
she will be able to scare away
all the bad people who want to hit her.

Small is the freedom,
she can no longer play.