The boy was looking for his voice
(The king of crickets had stolen it)
deep inside a water drop
the boy was looking for his voice
I don't want it for talking
I want it to make a ring
that my reticence can wear
around its little finger
Deep inside a water drop
the boy was looking for his voice
(Meanwhile in the distance
the voice was dressed up like a cricket)
Translated by Peter Jukes from El Niño Muda by Lorca