I gave you a morning in March
and life has come through the window
the house was filled with tenderness
that house that was empty.
And they filled your bed with roses and gave you their name.
Lucia
Lucia, Lucía, get tired, the night is going fast
Lucia, Lucía, get tired, your mother will sing to you.
Little by little your wings grew
and one day flying through that window
you went to find a star
and you left the house empty
Your doll stayed on the floor
and a love letter in your bed.
Lucia, Lucía, get tired, the night is going fast,
Lucia, Lucía, get tired, your mother will sing to you.
They told me yesterday that they saw you
sitting in the park watching the moon
that your star had been lost
and that everyone calls you Lucia.
Lucia, Lucía sleeps the night goes fast
Lucia, Lucia, sleep that your mother will sing to you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)