Niña Virgen Maria

By your bedside, an angel made of wood
In your veins, the old world passes on the new evil...

I want to kiss the milk from your hands
before death stops you
the heart, your heart
I'm going to hide in both hands.

When you leave, scream my name
scream louder than the city
cry out for the love of encounters.

The old angel, not retired
wants to sit and watch over your place.
Oh Mary! Oh Mary!

I'm going to watch you on the train of light
in which you will leave in a few days
the earth will fall silent
and God will gift you a swallow.

When you leave, sing your songs
cry out to the world that you love peace
seek out the pain, set it on fire
the old angel, not retired
wants to stay and watch over your place...
Oh Mary! Oh Mary!