Fruto de la Inocencia [English translation]

In a vilage of strange name

The size of a heart

Sweat water and prayer's light

With a baby on her shoulder,

Dirt and wounds on her feet

Sun and rain are all of her faith

Smiling at the wind

She hid the loneliness

Of her walk

Innocence's fruit,

She lives the day without thinking of tomorrow

Like a butterfly

A colorful dress

With patches of illusion

Shines in our imagination

Her dark eyes

Have sorrow and pain in them

And reflect love

Innocence's fruit,

She lives the day without thinking of tomorrow

Like a butterfly

• Artist:Adriana Mezzadri
• Album:Marcas de Ayer