Los Hijos del Sol

I understand the message of a child's smile
when it touches my window in the red light.
My mind was on the moon or in limbo,
I didn't have the gaze to see,
that he's trying to tell me,
that it's time to help them live.

I suffer, if on a street in America
a heart sleeps cold
playing hopscotch with its life
every day some child of the sun is lost.

I feel my soul getting damp
and that my continent saddened.
Patience little tin soldier,
for tomorrow the child of the sun will smile.

I understand the message of a child's tear
if he has to wait on Three Kings Day.
A dream galloping beyond the horizon
on steeds of hope and future.
He's trying to tell me,
that it's time to help them live.