El Fabricante de Alas de Mariposas

There's light in the house of the butterfly wings maker.
Every day that passes there equals a year.
Where will you keep so many gifts?
He makes insect earrings, for good girls
he also customizes wings.
There are children singing with both hands
freshly, freshly cut.
The moon won't shine today,
a child will get lost today,
a child torn in two.

You've had so much affection and love in life,
that you'll end up at home stuffed like me.
Wings like hands, your beauty is gone,
flying over the field you'll cause admiration.

There's light in the house of the butterfly wings maker.
Now he's choosing some colors
that match your face.

You've had so much affection and love in life,
that you'll end up at home stuffed like me.
Wings like hands, your beauty is gone,
flying over the field you'll cause admiration.