El Artesano

The craftsman creates, a world at his will. He takes the clay in his hand,
And begins to shape it.
Others with branches and wires, will build a crown, they will crown the queen, who is made of
Alpaca and glass.
He crosses an invented bridge. then in the other place,
He invents something not invented, closes the door and leaves.
Far far away from home, close to another place,
The rain is green and serene, if he wants to imagine it.

Angel of a thousand hearts, protector of my city, some build nations,
You, give us joy.

Now, he is convinced, and, shouts to the sea,
It will be beautiful when it becomes reality.