El Curanto

Mysterious island, full of myths and songs,
Community work, stilt houses, magic, and clambake,
Witches galore, creatures in bulk,
Stories you won't believe.

Get up lazy man, go fishing, go fishing,
The sea is beautiful, for sailing, for sailing. (x2)

I can't get up, I'm very hungry
And fishing with fatigue will ruin me. (x2)

The boats have already left, from the cove, from the cove,
And you're in bed, doing nothing, doing nothing. (x2)

I've eaten a lot, rightfully so
And it's bad to make an effort, so satisfied. (x2)

I want to eat clambake, with chapalele,
Milcao, apple cider even though it hurts. (x3)

Get up lazy man, go fishing, go fishing,
The sea is beautiful for sailing, for sailing.

I can't get up, I'm very hungry
And fishing with fatigue will ruin me. (x2)

I sleep during the day, I sleep at night
I only get up to deceive my stomach
Don't make noise to wake me up
I must wake up early to take a nap
Don't laugh, It's not easy being lazy,
It's not just about closing your eyes
It's something deeper, sleep is my world.

I want to eat clambake, with chapalele,
Milcao, apple cider even though it hurts.

I want to eat clambake, with pork in stone
Milcao, apple cider even though it hurts.