Pequeño ángel - Luis Alberto Spinetta

Little angel, I want your light.
When you leave, my life sleeps
before the sun ends its flight.

Counting the notes of the hours,
I'll carry the skin of your rain
as soon as the sun lands on earth.

Light, only this light breathing me...
There's a rumor that takes me to sea,
while in the shadow
the more I want you, the more you're here.

Give me your light, little angel.