Campamocha

First tooth that to the relative said
My grandfather when he arrived at his house
He went straight to the kitchen
For food before greeting

Bird that doesn't fly, grab a viada
Bird that doesn't fly, grab a viada

I dreamed that we were fixing your truck
As young as I am now
And having a beer calmly in the garage
Throwing the ball to joke around

Bird that doesn't fly, grab a viada
Bird that doesn't fly, grab a viada
Bird that doesn't fly, grab a viada
Bird that doesn't fly, grab a viada

(I call you at night)
My campamocha

I miss you, I send you a greeting to the sky
I miss you, I send you a greeting to the sky
I miss you, I send you a greeting to the sky
I miss you, I send you a greeting to the sky

I miss you

I miss you, I send you a greeting to the sky