Milagro (part. Mario Carrero)

Yesterday the mare gave birth to a foal
With a little white star on its forehead
Wobbly like a newborn, it walks like it's on stilts
And trots, and stumbles around like it's drunk

It fumbles for the teat with its little head
While the mare, unaware of any miracle
Stirs up the dry grass, looking for soft grass
Scaring off the flies with its swishing tail

The stream sings between the hills
The wind drives a thin cloud
The lapwings shout their joy
Welcoming the good news and the new day

Yesterday the mare gave birth to a foal
With a little white star on its forehead
Gave birth all alone in the thistles, knife down
With no midwife but the wind and the March sun

The stream sings between the hills
The wind drives a thin cloud
The lapwings shout their joy
Welcoming the good news and the new day