Sleep, my darling,
my eternal child, owner of the world,
my sweetheart.
You will wake up and the long night will have come to an end
with its terror.
The light will come and dawn will settle on your lips
the hopes dreamnt by the native people.
Dream, Pichiche 1,
with the praeries where the apple tree
already blossomed,
in that land where the huinca 2 learns
about our love, those he forgot.
There he will understand your people wanting to break free
from the wire fences that blocks the way to Peumayen 3.
Sleep, my child,
because in the land where you travel asleep
the true History is written by the defeated.
Don't be afraid to wake up,
the light that slips in through the sieve of your dreams
shines tonight and cleans the skies.
Sleep and let your dream guard the future.
Sleep, my wawa 4,
the Pachamama 5 kisses you on the forehead and inside of it
it keeps its gold, black and volatile, to offer it to you, my love.
Sleep because a dream will save us from so much oblivion,
and will scare away the eagle that threatens the injured mountain lion.
Sweet paal 6,
sleep in peace, for here to the jungle they shall not come,
the monster with steel fangs, resentment and scales and its martial law,
that in the evening came a messenger wearing a balaclava
saying he will bring music and flowers in the morning.
Sleep, my small child,
because in the land where you travel asleep
the true History is written by the defeated.
Don't be afraid to wake up,
the light that slips in through the sieve of your dreams
shines tonight and cleans the skies.
Sleep and let your dream guard the future.
