El Bosque de Palo
Jarabe de Palo
The Wooden Forest
By a river of clear water
Palo Cantamañanas goes down
Looking for an apple
To bite and go crazy
And he finds one and his tooth sinks into it
He jumps up, doesn't know where to swim
He's happier than all things
He's so high, nothing matters to him
We've been in spring for a few weeks
Sunny afternoons
In the apple forest
Lives Palo Cantamáñanas
On a raft of calm water
He catches a beautiful, silvery trout
Whoever sees it and grabs his guitar
Plays a sonnet, to see if he hooks her
Oh, little fish with black eyes
Be careful, I'm feeling frisky today
It's spring and you look so delicious
Grab your things, let's go up the river
