Plegaria para un niño dormido [English translation]

A prayer for a sleeping child

Perhaps he has flowers in his navel

As well as in his fingers, that turn into bread

Paper boats without high seas

A prayer for a sleeping child

Where the world is a candy bar

Where are you going?

A thousand sleeping children that aren't there

Crystal bicycles enter

The sleeping child laughs

Maybe he feels like a sparrow this time

Playing restlessly in the gardens of a place

That he will never find awake

That no one, no one shall wake the child

Allow him to keep dreaming happily

Destroying cleaning rags

Running away from evil

The sleeping child laughs

Perhaps he feels like a sparrow now

Playing restlessly in the gardens of a place

That he will never find awake

A prayer for a sleeping child

Maybe he has flowers in his navel,

as well in his fingers that turn into bread

Paper boats without high seas