Indiecito Dormido

Poncho of four colors
Four broken roads
And a single dream of copper
The little monkey is dreaming

Sleeping little Indian
The river falls asleep to accompany you
Sleeping little Indian
Next to your door the road passes
The road passes, yes, the road passes,
When you go through it ...
Chuy! Chuy! How cold!

He dreams that the snow is warm
That the pebbles are soft
That the wind tells him stories
Of shepherds and flocks

Sleeping little Indian ... etc.