Caperucita [English translation]

Caperucita had only sixteen

springs without flowers, papa told her, "Come.

Caperucita, you're young and you must learn

to tend to a house, so you will be a woman.

To be a good wife

and not grow old alone,

in the bed and in the kitchen you have to know

how to please your husband and care for each child

so your destiny may take you

that you must be mother and wife."

And poor Caperrucita wept.

"I want to fly, far from here, to escape.

Tell me, really, who will cry for me

if I don wings and take to the air.

I want to sleep, I don't want to wake,

I want to be the rain on the other side of the glass,

perhaps someone waits for me in the darkness."

One cold afternoon Caperucita headed

to the home of her grandmother to take her food,

when she met with a ferocious wolf.

Tell me where you're going, girl, so I can escort you.

The girl knew she was lost.

Caperucita wailed

while the wolf devoured her.

Under the skirt of her dress

burst the sleeping

dreams that in the night

kept her alive. Poor Caperucita.

"I want to fly, far from here, to escape.

Tell me, really, who will cry for me

if I don wings and take to the air.

I want to sleep, I don't want to wake,

I want to be the rain on the other side of the glass,

perhaps someone waits for me in the darkness."

One grey morning Caperucita wed,

dressed in white, beautiful like a flower

Her groom, very elegant, another ferocious wolf,

and her father proudly cried in excitement.

Now every night the wolf devours her,

she clenches her teeth and she cries,

Caperucita, while she waits for a howl

to tell her the sleeping animal awoke.

Then the big bad wolf sleeps peacefully.

The face of Caperucita lights up with a smile

while she rocks a cradle. In it is a girl,

perhaps a future sheep for a ferocious wolf,

unless luckily your love rescues her.

Caperucita soothes her against her chest

and in a whihper slow, full

of hope and life,

sings Caperucita.

"I want to fly, far from here, to escape.

Tell me, really, who will cry for me

if I don wings and take to the air.

I want to sleep, I don't want to wake,

I want to be the rain on the other side of the glass,

perhaps someone waits for me in the darkness.

I want to fly."