Текст и перевод песни José María Napoleón - Niño

Niño

Naciste sin pedirlo
Estas aquí y eso es suficiente
Caminaras y aprenderás
Será difícil
Pero seguramente
Seguramente llegaras al final

Niño que vas, camino arriba
Sin nadie que te diga
Por donde caminar

Niño que miras y sonríes
Y que inocente pides
Un pedazo de pan

Niño que has nacido del vientre
De una madre tan joven
Que parió sin pensar

Niño que una noche cualquiera
En una puerta ajena
Te dejan y se van

Tendrás por escuela la vida
Será tu hogar la calle
Y cualquiera papá

Tú, no sabrás que es cumpleaños
Para ti habrá el invierno
Y para otros navidad

Niño que has nacido del vientre
De una madre tan joven
Que parió sin pensar

Niño mechón sucio en la frente
Pero al fin inocente
Sin culpa de vagar

Niño que con tus ojos cansados
Tan fugaz como un soplo
La vida ves pasar

Corre, ve y busca tu camino
Quizá tendrás abrigo
Tal vez habrá un lugar

Niño que has nacido del vientre
De una madre tan joven
Que parió sin pensar

Niño que un juguete no tienes
Pero tienes un alma
Que te hará caminar

Child

You were born without asking
You are here and that is enough
You will walk and you will learn
It will be difficult
But surely
Surely you will reach the end

Child who walks, up the hill
With no one to tell you
Where to walk

Child who looks and smiles
And who innocently asks
For a piece of bread

Child who was born from the womb
Of such a young mother
Who gave birth without thinking

Child who on any given night
At someone else's door
You are left and they go away

You will have life as your school
The street will be your home
And anyone can be a father

You will not know what a birthday is
For you there will be winter
And for others Christmas

Child who was born from the womb
Of such a young mother
Who gave birth without thinking

Child with a dirty streak on your forehead
But ultimately innocent
Not guilty of wandering

Child who with your tired eyes
As fleeting as a breath
You watch life go by

Run, go and find your way
Perhaps you will have shelter
Maybe there will be a place

Child who was born from the womb
Of such a young mother
Who gave birth without thinking

Child who has no toys
But you have a soul
That will make you walk