Hush, baby, hush.
Dream of a great black stallion
that would not drink the water.
Wouldn’t drink the water.
The water was black
under the branches.
Under the branches
the water was black.
Under the bridge
it stopped and sang.
Who can say, my baby,
of the water’s pain?
Of the water’s pain
who can say?
As it draws its long tail
through deep green room …

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Nana, niño, nana
del caballo grande
que no quiso el agua.
El agua era negra
dentro de las ramas.
Cuando llega el puente
se detiene y canta.
¿Quién dirá, mi niño,
lo que tiene el agua
con su larga cola
por su verde sala …