El Gallo Eduardo Montenegro

(Okay well, now I would like to sing a song, which I did)
(It's been a long time, how good one of those songs is)
(They stop being yours because with your love you made them yours)

The little birds sing the clouds rise
Laying hens instead of laying eggs
They comfort a desolate rooster

Well, like every morning when he went to announce the day
The rooster was speechless, his voice did not come out
He had hoarseness and couldn't even crow.

No matter how much he opened his beak, not a peep came out.
How was the day going to start if their song could not be heard?
I was convinced that the world would end

So san it's over
The Sun will only rise on the day when the chickens
They start pissing
Pay attention
To what this hoarse rooster would like to tell you
Kikirikikí kikirikikí kikiriki

The little birds sing the clouds rise
And the world turns and turns and turns
And the sun shines, shines, shines
You think they would stop
Because a rooster would suffer from aphonia
That was nonsense

That which some men
They believe they live forever
May your soul ascend to heaven
Although his body is already dead
As if in the firmament
There would be room for so many

Saint is over
And the only one who goes up to heaven
They are the farts that worms throw
When they eat their offal

He looked like the Ugly Duckling
Leaving the chicken coop
They sent me away with handkerchiefs
Crying his ganillas
Without direction or north
And the rooster went wandering
Until one day I was very tired
He stopped to sleep a little
It was the warrior's rest

And an enchanted forest
Under an ancient oak
There is no future, said the wise man
He kept asking in vain
Who the hell was first?
Was it the chicken or was it the egg?

Saint is over
and the dawn came
And a rooster was not heard crowing
That absurd day
An owl was announcing it
Pay attention
To which any donkey
I would give my opinion on this absurd question.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

The little birds are silent and that's because
It was an owl that didn't sing
"Hello rooster" said the owl
This is an enchanted forest
I am the bug you were looking for
I am the one who wakes up
In the sun every morning

To the vegetarian wolf
And to the republican lion
And to all the weirdos
I am an owl I am a witch
Have you noticed how cheesy
It's the moral
From the story of the milkmaid

Nothing here as it seems
Here one is born
Here one becomes
Without anyone telling you
You only do what you like
Dare if you want
To never do what you should

Saint is over
There is a rooster locked up here
Where is the cat's fourth foot?
Better question in hand
What a hundred answers flying
Pay attention
I know how to fix the world
I beg for a little silence
I will say it loud and clear
But only once

I will sing like this or like that or like that
As I feel like singing
Breeze, lerelerela
Columns, gererere

Little birds sing the clouds rise
Who really came first?
The turtle or the rabbit?
Is there really a chicken
Who lays the golden eggs?
once upon a time there was a rooster
Who knew the end of the story
that they were very happy
that partridges ate
I don't give a damn
If the world runs on batteries
With butane or gasoline

It's painful to be wise
And discover garlic soup
He moved a huge tree
And finally he could see the forest
And what I want is to leave
With music elsewhere

And it's over
The Bremen Musicians
They have been murdered
The donkey, the dog, the cat
And the corpse of the rooster
Nobody has found it yet
Pay attention
You know what would happen
If the wind and the water
And all things transparent
Suddenly they had color

You are blablablabla
Blah blah blah blah
Why? Blablablabla