Écoute Moi, Petit (Escúchame, Pequeño)

I am indeed a Chilean
Who never went to school
Who preferred the garden
To catch butterflies

In the street I sang
Like a poor lost bird.
In the night the stars
From the sky answered me:
Be careful my little one.

How did I end up in Paris
Was it an angel who took me away
From a story of sorcerers
Or from a child's dream.
Oh! Paris, good friend of my heart.

It's my brother who gave me
To know music
It's my brother who told me
You must work the clay.

He told me: the planes
Go straight to Paris
Don't be afraid, your work
Has no place here
Be careful my little one.

How did I end up in Paris
Was it an angel who took me away
From a story of sorcerers
Or from a child's dream.
Oh! Paris, good friend of my heart.