He is already going to heaven
That dear little angel
To pray for his grandparents
For his parents and little brothers
When the flesh dies
The soul seeks its place
br/>Inside a poppy
Or inside a little bird
The earth is waiting for him
With his heart open
That's why the little angel
It seems that he is awake
When the flesh dies
The soul seeks its center
In the brightness of a rose
Or a new little fish
In his little earthen crib
A bell will lull him to sleep
While the rain cleans him
His little face in the morning
When the meat dies
The soul seeks its target
In the mystery of the world
That has opened its window
The happy butterflies
To see the beautiful little angel
Around its crib
br/>They walk slowly
When the flesh dies
The soul goes straight
To greet the moon
And on the way to the little star
Where did it go his grace
And where did his sweetness go
Because his body falls
Like ripe fruit
When the flesh dies
The soul seeks in the height
The explanation of her life
Cut with such haste
The explanation of her death
Prisoner in a tomb
When the flesh dies
The soul remains dark

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