Era En Abril
Sabes hermano lo triste que estoy
Se me ha hecho vuelo de trinos
Y sangre la voz
Se me ha hecho pedazos
Mi sueño mejor
Se ha muerto mi niño, mi niño, mi niño
Mi niño, hermano
No pudo llenarse la boca de voz
Apenas vació el vientre
De mi dulce amor
Enorme y azul, la vida se le dio
No pudo tomarla, no pudo tomarla
De tan pequeño
Yo le había hecho, una blanca canción
Del amor entre una nube
Y un pez volador
Lo soñé corriendo, abrigado en sudor
Las mejillas llenas, las mejillas llenas
De Sol y dulzor
Era en abril el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre, un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo y el ombligo
El ombligo el Sol
No busques hermano el camino mejor
Que ya tengo el alma muda
De decirle a Dios
Qué hacemos ahora, mi dulzura y yo
Con dos pechos llenos, con dos pechos llenos
De leche y dolor
Era en abril el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo
Y el ombligo, el ombligo el Sol
Estamos pensando, sería mejor
El marcharnos tres, el marcharnos tres
Que quedarnos dos
Era en abril el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo
Y el ombligo, el ombligo el Sol
It Was in April
You know, brother, how sad I am
It's turned into a flight of chirps
And blood in my voice
It's shattered into pieces
My best dream
My baby has died, my baby, my baby
My baby, brother
He couldn't fill his mouth with sound
Barely emptied the belly
Of my sweet love
Huge and blue, life was given to him
He couldn't take it, he couldn't take it
Being so small
I had made him a white song
Of love between a cloud
And a flying fish
I dreamed of him running, wrapped in sweat
His cheeks full, his cheeks full
Of sun and sweetness
It was in April, the warm rhythm
Of my little one dancing
Inside the belly, a blooming meadow
It was his bed and the belly button and the belly button
The belly button, the sun
Don't look for a better way, brother
Because my soul is mute
To tell God
What do we do now, my sweetness and I
With two full breasts, with two full breasts
Of milk and pain
It was in April, the warm rhythm
Of my little one dancing
Inside the belly, a blooming meadow
It was his bed and the belly button
And the belly button, the belly button, the sun
We're thinking, would it be better
For the three of us to leave, for the three of us to leave
Than to stay as two
It was in April, the warm rhythm
Of my little one dancing
Inside the belly, a blooming meadow
It was his bed and the belly button
And the belly button, the belly button, the sun