Pobre CuCú
Cri-Cri
Poor Cuckoo
Poor cuckoo
You have to be
Always marking
Always singing
In the same place
Poor cuckoo
You must give
Always the time
Day and night
Always without rest
While inside the clock
The little wheels, as they turn
With their metal teeth
Bite time without stopping
Poor cuckoo
You have to be
Always coming out
Always going in
And unable to fly!
Poor cuckoo
To sing
You come out nervous
And restless
You return to penetrate
Into your prison
Poor cuckoo
With bitterness
You live in darkness
Far from the blue sky
Inside the old grand clock
Time must be long
Without more distraction
Than fulfilling your duty
Poor cuckoo
You have to be
Always coming out
Always going in
And unable to fly!
