Niños
Yotuelito, Sebastian, Camilito
14 De junio 2000, vieron mis ojos salir
Aquel preciado ser fruto del amor
Tu mi hijo has nacido bautizado con mi nombre
Yotuel respondes terror en el chino y Changó de negro fino
Mi voz será tu voz y como dos amigos
Mi experiencia será el camino que labrará
Tu futuro aunque hoy no estoy seguro
Tratare de darte todo aquello
Amor sincero puro y bello
Solo por ello he escrito esta canción
Tu ilusión que me conmueve
Día a día y con buena guía te llevo hijo mio
Tanto placer te darán, te darán los hijos te digo
Que al escucharlos llorar el orgullo de padre se te pone a cantar (bis)
Hijo mi chiquito tu me das la luz
Quien mas que tu tus besos
Pegas a mia alma y mi calma el alba en la mañana
Con tu inocencia pura
Te amo y te amo con locura
Llegada la noche yo apago la luna
Te duermo en mi pecho comienzo a soñar
Con amores eternos, tan tiernos tan mios ya mi alma se ve
Hay uno que endulza mi alma con solo su risa
Y el otro me atrapa en su idioma secreto sin verso
No importa sin causa sebastian, camilo niños mios
Son mi fuerza mi fe mi dominio, eso son
Tanto placer te daran, te daran los hijos te digo
Que al escucharlos llorar el orgullo de padre se te pone a cantar (bis)
Mi estrella me salvan del frio la tristeza auyentan el miedo matan el silencio que habita mis noches atadas casadas por la soledad
Es la semilla que crecerá colin será la cara de papel hizo trizas de
Pañal que alumbrará deslumbrará el nene que ha llegado a conquistar a la fatiga
Con sonrisa los brazos irán deprisa para mecerlo
Aqui en su cuna no se ha inventado la cura para toda esta locura
Lo dice hasta el viejo cura que en alfombra
De cariño escapó el niño divino quiso este amor infinito la cigüeña en
Paño fino trajo noticia del cielo bordado
Con oro bello dentro de un blanco pañuelo
La solución para el desvelo de mamá papá y abuelo, niño mio
Tanto placer te darán, te darán los hijos te digo
Que al escucharlos llorar, el orgullo de padre se te pone a cantar (bis)
Tanto placer te darán
Que al escucharlos llorar
El orgullo de padre se te pone a cantar
Tanto placer te darán, te darán los hijos te digo
Que al escucharlos llorar, el orgullo de padre se te pone a cantar
Kids
Yotuelito, Sebastian, Camilito
June 14, 2000, my eyes saw you come out
That precious being, fruit of love
You, my son, have been born baptized with my name
Yotuel, you respond with terror in the Chinese and Changó in fine black
My voice will be your voice and like two friends
My experience will be the path that will shape
Your future, although today I'm not sure
I will try to give you everything
Pure and beautiful sincere love
Just for that, I have written this song
Your illusion that moves me
Day by day and with good guidance, I take you, my son
They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing (repeat)
My little son, you give me light
Who else but you, your kisses
Stick to my soul and my calm, the dawn in the morning
With your pure innocence
I love you and love you madly
At night, I turn off the moon
I put you to sleep on my chest, I start to dream
Of eternal loves, so tender, so mine, and my soul sees itself
There is one that sweetens my soul with just his laughter
And the other one captivates me in his secret language without verse
It doesn't matter without cause, Sebastian, Camilo, my kids
They are my strength, my faith, my domain, that's what they are
They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing (repeat)
My stars save me from the cold, they drive away sadness, kill the silence that inhabits my nights tied, married by loneliness
It is the seed that will grow, Colin will be the face of paper, made shreds of
Diaper that will illuminate, dazzle the baby who has come to conquer fatigue
With a smile, the arms will go quickly to rock him
Here in his cradle, the cure for all this madness has not been invented
Even the old priest says that on a carpet
Of affection, the divine child escaped, wanted this infinite love, the stork in
Fine cloth brought news from the embroidered sky
With beautiful gold inside a white handkerchief
The solution to the sleeplessness of mom, dad, and grandpa, my child
They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing (repeat)
They will give you so much pleasure
That when you hear them cry
The pride of a father makes you want to sing
They will give you so much pleasure, I tell you
That when you hear them cry, the pride of a father makes you want to sing