Los Niños de Nuestro Olvido

I write about a destiny
That I can barely touch
While a child invents
A home with glue

As I search for the words
To make this song
A child dodges the bullets
That seek his heart

Curled up on my street
A child sleeps and mercy
Far away sets up a manger
And plays at Christmas
Far away sets up a manger
And plays at Christmas
And plays at Christmas
And plays, and plays, and plays

The childhood of our forgotten
Begs for alms in a bar
And washes your windshield
For a peso, for a bread

If the flowers of the future
Grow with so much pain
Surely tomorrow
Will be a sunless tomorrow

Curled up on my street
A child sleeps and mercy
Far away sets up a manger
And plays at Christmas
Far away sets up a manger
And plays at Christmas
And plays at Christmas
And plays, and plays, and plays