El Niño de La Miel
Marta Gómez
The Honey Boy
The heart is made of earth
And his hands are made of water
His ears of cotton and his voice of mint
The honey boy awaits me
Flower of the air
The enchanted bamboo grove, his refuge
Son of the wind, all spring
The honey boy does not arrive
He leaves, grows, does not find his place
The enchanted bamboo grove, his refuge
The spell of the water, his solace
The honey boy that I long for...
