Un Hijo En Febrero
Aldo Monges
A Child in February
The woman I love the most
The one who's expecting my child
In the middle of February
She's my love, my sweetheart
My wife, my beloved
My hopeful song
And I dream of the child we're waiting for
To be able to kiss his hands
When he sleeps in my lap
The one who hugs me so happily
When I come home from work
To find refuge in my house
The one who counts nine moons
And from her womb
A lullaby is born
And I dream, dream
Of the child that February will bring me
And I hope, hope
That my boy will say his first mama
(And there she is, proud and silent
I look at her and it seems to me that there's a crib in her body
That there's a crib in her belly, where my little one sleeps)
The woman I love the most
Will give me the best gift
In the middle of February
And I dream, dream
Of the child that February will bring me
And I hope, hope
That my boy will say his first mama
And I dream, dream
Of the child that February will bring me
And I hope, hope
That my boy will say his first mama
Dream, dream, larararará
Dream, dream, larararará
