When they come from the over the mountain. Yeah we'll run we'll run right around them. We've got no guns no we don't have any weapons. Just our corn and the children.
Rota, rota. negra gota. yegua vieja. ahah. . Lluvia dulce. me acompaña. por la noche. hasta la mañana. . Hay un mundo más allá. otro mundo más allá. x3.
When I was a young boy. I had a lot of young boys. And we taught each other dearly how to love. Oh dearly how to love. . Now that I'm an old hag. All I got's are things that sag.
If I lived in China I'd have some Chinese children. If I lived in China I'd have some Chinese children. Well out of my toes my little black baby grows.
Ay tu primo colorado. Con barba camburada. Y lleno de ballena. Inclinadose al sol. Ay tu rayo de luz roja. Besando nuestra boca. El beso que te sopla.
Don't the flowers at your feet smell sweet. Well they sure smell sweet to me. And don't the moon way up high shine bright. Well it sure shines bright to me.
Ay tu primo colorado. Con barba camburada. Y llena de ballena. Inclinadose al sol. . Ay tu rayo de luz roja. Besando nuestra boca. El beso que te sopla.