Nace Una Madre

A new sunrise
Flowers and fruits
A little red bird
Brought twigs for your nest

When a baby is born
A mother is born
Perfuming the morning
Giving water to the orange groves

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Soon you will see fall
Dry leaves
But do not worry
As spring always comes back

Mama's hands
They are like clouds
Upa, mama, upita
When I call to her she lifts me up

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