It's so good that you are so small
And that I'm your mother
Within this luck of destiny
Of the loves that live has
I never sang so quietly about
That love inside of us
When I sing a lullaby to the boy
In the cradle of my voice
My arms in his bed
Are rivers of a passion
On whose banks I lie down
To the heart beat
He makes my lap his nest
And from this singing (he makes) the achor ropes
With whining sounds of a gentle (boy)
Which rather seem to be from a guitar
Sleep, sleep my boy
In the dreams that life has
But always keep a little corner
In the lap of your mother