Nani, nani: Cradle Song
Joaquín Rodrigo Vidre
Nani, nani, nani,
Nani nani wants my son
Son of his mother
the boy is getting big
Ay,
Sleep my little soul
sleep my life
Your father is coming
with great joy.
Open the door
open the door my lady!
I am coming very tired
from working the land.
Yes I open the door
for you come tired
And will see you,
son, sleeping in the cradle.