El hijo mío [English translation]

There's no pain that fits me

Nobody is happier than me

Today I've been told I'm the father

Of a little boy like me

He'll have the toasted face

The son of my love

The eyes like the sorrows

The lips like carnations

Asleep will be the glow

That copies the crystal of the river

Oh, mother how I love

How I love this son of mine

Asleep will be the glow

That copies the crystal of the river

Oh, mother how I love

How I love this son of mine

Sleep glow of the morning

Sleep pretty boy rock-a-bye

• Artist:Antonio Molina