Chiquitin... Grandullon

Your kite's got no more string... little one,
You left it forgotten in a corner... big guy,
You don't dig in the sawdust anymore... little one,
On your old cardboard horse... big guy.

The garden's got no more bandits... little one,
And I’ll have to let out your pants... big guy.
I found, by chance, a little pamphlet... little one,
In your room, hidden in a drawer.

Among unforgettable memories it stayed,
My childhood was asleep.
Puberty, like a rose, offered me
All its fragrance.
My poor mother secretly said,
Looking in the mirror:
"Kids grow up, and growing up every day
Makes us older, makes us older."
And in the meantime, welcoming me,
Life was there.

The little horn has started to sound... little one,
Other things are calling for your attention... big guy.
The scent of jasmine excites you now... little one,
And I suspect I know the reason why... big guy.

Be careful, don’t end up in a riot... little one,
Your naive urges as a boy... big guy,
Because you’re part of the feast... little one,
And they might just steal your heart.

In the folds of my soul, crouched down,
My innocence remained.
Like a lookout, watching the escalation
Of my adolescence.
"Their awakening is way too early!"
My mother would say,
And without being able to hide all her pride,
My father laughed, my father laughed.
And in the meantime, welcoming me,
Life was there.

Who could be a dolphin again... little one,
That starts to break out of the shell... big guy.
Sail your brig again... little one,
Even if just as a stowaway.