Los Cosos De Al Lao

The violins sobbed
The bellows shuddered
And in the night they were lost
The chords of a gotán
A button that plays round
So as not to fall asleep
And a gallant who is hidden
Chatting in a hallway

Suddenly they are heard
Orchestral rumors
They are celebrating
The things next door
The girl is back!
That one day he would leave
When I didn't have
Fifteen springs!
Today he has a kid
And they baptized him!
That's why they dance
The things next door

The lights have already gone out
The neighborhood wakes up
The night with its sadness
The olive tree has been taken
The workers heading for the yoke
Like every morning
While talking nonsense
A horny thing passes by