El Bosque de Palo

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