The song I'll sing
is a simple lullaby
because it's not for a baby,
it's just for a foal.
Because the foals
like the children
have the right
that we express to them
our feelings.
Sleep foal because
I spend the night awake
and I'll bring you tomorrow
sixteen kilos of oats.
Because the foals
like the children
have the right
to be fed
the best as possible.
I give you a sawdust,
sweet grass without thistles
for your mane to grow
until covering your eyes.
Because the foals
like the children
have the right
to not let be seen
the unpleasant.
When you grow more
I'll put you blinders,
with then you'll avoid
to get in the other's business.
Because the foals
like the children
have the right
to be educated
properly.
A good bit and a muzzle
will complete your etiquette,
when you become enough wild:
to pull from my cart
Because the foals
like the children
have the right
to be offered
a certain future.
Sleep foal because
the night is dark and cold,
sleep foal because
I ordered to do horseshoes.
Because the foals
like the children
have the right
to have someone
to take care of them.