Mosquitos Trompeteros
Cri-Cri
Trumpeting Mosquitoes
The trumpeting mosquitoes are called to form
Tarará, tarará!, each to their place
And with their spears under their wings they began to fly
Tarará, tarará!, it's time to sting
Summer called them and they came with courage
Buzzing on hot nights
They are looking for a place to strike, they don't tire of attacking
The mosquitoes that want to bite us
The trumpets sound
Directed by a big mosquito
They greet the summer
Beating their drums
A mosquito with a trombone
Captain of the battalion
Flies while
Stinging with its sting
Summer called them and they came with courage
Buzzing on hot nights
They fly without stopping, they don't tire of stinging
The mosquitoes that want to bite us
The trumpets sound
Directed by a big mosquito
They greet the summer
Beating their drums
A mosquito with a trombone
Captain of the battalion
Flies while
Stinging with its sting
