Al Pie Del Canon

At the foot of the canyon you have me, my life for being distrustful
My life for being distrustful
I know well that you don't love me, and I've noticed it for a long time
And that's why you stick to me, looking at me passionately
Looking at me passionately

The midnight moon, told me desperately
Told me desperately
And reproachfully told me, that you're worth nothing to me
That one should be at night, and another in the early morning
And another in the early morning

At the foot of the canyon I sigh, with my tears drop by drop
With its tears drop by drop
That you seem wounded, and it's the hatred that springs from me
It seems like I see them, laughing at my defeat
Laughing at their defeat

The paths to your house, supposedly anyone walks them
Supposedly anyone walks them
And now I come to see what happens, if you are false and treacherous
I am a rooster of good breed, and here I am until I die
And here I am until I die