Cantiga de Ninar

Nothing as beautiful as a child sleeping
Nor as deep as sleeping without dreaming
Nor as old as the dream in your eyes
Nor as distant as the waking hour

Sleep while your father makes music
Which is his way of praying
All dreams in reality
Are truths, if I can sing

You cry when you're hungry
But a bottle comes quickly
Tomorrow if you cry
You'll cry your whole life

I made my way through this land
Between the fire that love consumes
I fought but lost the war
I can only give you my name