Canción de cuna para un niño vago

The moon in the water
moves through the city.
Under the bridge a kid
dreams of flying.

The city traps him
in a metal cage,
the kid grows old
doesn't know how to play.

How many like you will wander,
money is everything to love,
bitter the days,
if there's none.

Go to sleep my kid,
no one will shout,
life is so tough
you must rest.

Four other kids
will keep you warm,
the moon in the water
moves through the city.