In a humble house
A child cries
His hidden cry
Under the pillow
Wet the bed
The poor child!
A plea goes to heaven
Like a beggar
The suffering child
Is it a punishment?
He is just a child
His cry is hidden
Is a child who suffers
Oh poor boy!
Her tears fall
How you suffered!
His wings are broken
It’s hurt
Sitting in his chair
His eyes still shine
And a perhaps fake smile
Hide the pain
His terrible nightmare
Oh poor my afflicted soul
I feel a pain
Thinking about your life
Knowing of your wounds
And how he begs
I beg the lord
I beg the sky
Improve your days
Relieve your life!
Don’t let your soul hurt!
Do not feel pain
Nor fatigue
That from the sky
Divine help arrive
Of all your brands
Of all your wounds
Don’t cry anymore
Little angel
Sitting on the chair
My poor boy
Your eyes that shine
Do not hide your tears
And your smiles do not pretend
Why my soul
It gets small
And I beg the lord
Health to you
And long live!
Oh little boy
With pain in your body
And your soul split
Do not Cry more
They tell you when you see
With your wounded soul
You have a brilliant mind
You’re smart
Wonderful
Despite your wounds
You are a strong boy
You can’t walk
Is what I touch you
In the life
Those who know you
Of your intelligence
They marvel
With your broken wings sitting
In your chair
You show everyone
Bright eyes
Despite your wounds
I beg the lord
As he begs
Ease your days
Extend your life
My child
My angel sitting on the chair