My little brother is like a cloud that shades us.
We love him because he loves us.

His eyes are like a forest, his hands like a toy.
His voice is like a nightingale that sings when he speaks to us.

He crawls on the ground, spins around and begs to understand things.
If he sees everyone present, he sings our names

He loves mom and dad and his friends in the playground
His heart is made of gold God how he loves us

If he sees us ready to go to prayer
He stretches out his right palm and pulls us. me

Almighty God, protect this little brother of mine.
Bless him with abundant goodness and make him grow like us.