Hijos del sol

I understand the message
of a child's smile
when it touches the red light
on my window
his thoughts were
on the moon or in limbo
I didn't have the gaze to see
what he's trying to tell me
that it's time
to help them live

I suffer, if on a street in America
a heart sleeps cold
playing hopscotch with its life
every day
some son of the sun is lost

I feel my soul getting damp
and that my continent saddened
Patience tin soldier
for tomorrow the son of the sun will smile

I understand the message
of a child's tear
if he has to wait on Three Kings' Day
A dream galloping beyond the horizon
on steeds of hope and future
He's trying to tell me
that it's time to help them live

I suffer, if on a street in America
a heart sleeps cold
playing hopscotch with its life
every day some son of the sun is lost

I feel my soul getting damp
and that my continent saddened
Patience tin soldier
for tomorrow the son of the sun will smile
Patience tin soldier
for tomorrow the son of the sun will smile