Anochece
Carlos Cano
It’s Getting Dark
No, no, no, no, no, no... Where am I?,
What happened? It’s cold.
I’m scared.
Have mercy on me!
Did a mole eat the sun,
or has the world frozen over?
No! Ten thousand doves say no.
Basket maker, weave me a basket
with your hair for my sorrow.
Fill it with flowers, basket maker.
