La Cuna Blanca (part. La Selecta)

A little angel has escaped

Look where he's flying
He's gone
That old friend
Went to worship the virgin

Look where he's flying
He's gone
That old friend
Went to worship the virgin

My mind couldn't grasp
The reason for that vision
That white cradle
That shattered my dreams

Now my eyes cry
My song saddens
Twelve powers are found
Oh, gathered in prayer