El Velador
Cri-Cri
The Night Watchman
I'm the night watchman
Neighbor to those who sleep
Always around them
Even if they can't see me
But they will hear me whistle
There in the distance
And my whistle
Brings sad melancholy
I was raised in a mine
Without seeing the sunlight
Imposed in darkness
I became a night watchman
I'm the night watchman
Marciel Valentin Machorro
They call me the lion
Because I never run away
How could I flee
If my courage commands me
To chase the thief
And even a ghost in sorrow
Son of an owl
Grandson of a screech owl I am
No wonder I wake up
Wherever I am
It must be three o'clock
A furious dog barks
With your permission
I'll go to the next block
