Rin del Angelito [English translation]

He's gone to the sky

That beloved little angel

To pray for his grandparents

For his parents and his siblings.

When the flesh dies

The soul finds its place

Inside of a poppy

Or inside a little bird.

The soil is expecting him

With an open heart

That's why it appears

That the little angel is still awake.

When the flesh dies

The soul finds its centre

In the shining of a rose

Or in a newborn little fish.

In his earthen cradle

A bell will sing his lullaby

While in the morning the rain

Will wash his little face.

When the flesh dies

The soul seeks out its target

In the mysteries of the world,

That have opened their window to him.

The butterflies are happy

To see the beautiful little angel

They travel slowly

Around his cradle.

When the flesh dies

The soul ascends directly

To greet the moon

And pass by the evening star.

Whither went his grace

Whither went his sweetness

Why did his body fall

Like a ripe fruit.

When the flesh dies

The soul seeks the answers up there

The explanation of his life

Hastily cut short

The explanation of his death

Imprisoned in a tomb

When the flesh dies

The soul darkens.