Moraíto Como Un Lirio

I have my little body
Moraíto like a lily,
If God gave me death
My torments would end.

We humans contemplate,
Nights are sad and happy,
Some with much joy
And others with sorrow and pain.

You keep going your way
And I'll take mine,
Let me live my fate
For I enjoy it.

I want to be free
Like the bird that sings,
Cousin, at dawn.