Toto phones

In Guantánamo on the Island of Cuba helds the little Toto,

four years of age,

in his brown hand a white phone.

It's made out of plastic and only a toy.

But this doesn't know the  child

and so Toto phones with his father.

Hallo Pappi, Pappi, speak to me!

Here is Toto!

How are you Pappi?

Pappi, Pappi, here is Toto,

please speak to me!

Weather is very bad. It's raining cats and dogs.

I wish to tell you something

of the little dog and the red cat

and that you read

a story for your son.

But you are not here! You are never, never here!

Pappi, Pappi please speak! Toto, Toto is waiting for you every day!

But Ricardo, his Pappi paid his last money

for going away of Cuba throug the Dominican Republic

to Nicaragua and of there to Guatemala.

Now his Pappi cries lonely under a tree in Mexico

near the border of the United States,

very hungry, thirsty, in ugly, dirty clothes and it's raining tears.