Ratoncitos Coloraos

There's a crazy man on the top of the hill
Where he lives in love with Andalusia
Where on Wednesdays he comes down at night to his little rock
There's a crazy man on the top of the hill
Where he's traded vagabonds for mice
Those mice that know more about life than thieves
And that crazy man, little crazy man, crazy knows more than his questions
And that crazy man, little crazy man, crazy with his red mice
Red mice, humble and true
Red mice for the old saying lovers
Red mice in the house of the farmer
Oh red ones, oh red ones
Red mice, between art and desire
Red mice for those who live off stories
Red mice face to face without fear
Oh red ones, oh red ones
In the rock no one disrespects him
Because inside they call him Mr. Farmer
And amidst laughter and questions and silences
They always take him for a gentleman
His gaze can pierce a soul
His mice can be so deceitful
That sometimes even some release poison
When he asks directly for the truth
And that crazy man, little crazy man, crazy knows more than his questions
And that crazy man, little crazy man, crazy with his red mice
Red mice, humble and true
Red mice for the old saying lovers
Red mice in the house of the farmer
Oh red ones, oh red ones
Red mice, between art and desire
Red mice for those who live off stories
Red mice face to face without fear
Oh red ones, oh red ones...