Entrega [English translation]

Barefoot I come at the end of my childhood

But my childhood is not yet dead.

Behind my childhood, is still the distance,

Infant God, Jesus of my childhood,

All I have, and I have nothing, is yours

I come from a strange night of poets,

A night in which the world never understood me

Look I bring empty hands from the poets,

Infant God, a friend of the poets,

All I have, and I have nothing, is yours

A dart smote me, I bloodied the streets

Where the devil appeared to me in vain.

Because all the stars were yours

Baby brother of those who err on the streets

All I have, and I have nothing, is yours!

Those who ignore you ignore those who are sad

Oh my brother Jesus, sad as I am

Oh my brother, child with sad eyes,

I have nothing more beyond sad eyes

But what I have, and I have nothing, is yours!