Canción de Cuna Para Una Niña Grande

Fragility that confuses when showing
A shell that tries to stop
The hard blow of daily toil...
Let yourself be loved.

Independence that never was
Gentle roughness that hides
The cry for the hug
I never give you...
I'm afraid.

For my queen I built
A paradise I dreamed of
Beautiful nest made of cane and corn.

Mangos and flowers I will bring you.
Honeys and atoles you will sip
Until you hear one more cry
From my roots.

Then life will have to teach you:
With beauty it's not easy to walk
Without the certainty of good and evil
Poor me...