La Zopilota
Joan Sebastian
The Buzzard
There are laying hens
And there are chicks alike
They even light candles
Because I entered his corral
I have in my repertoire
Even a golden eagle
And you put on your bows
You think I'm going to beg you
And it is that you, you, you, you, you, it is that you
You think you're a dove and you're really doing wrong
It's you, it's you
The vulture who dreams of being a peacock
See you there, vulture
You walk through the clouds
Well, you don't even reach the level of a seagull
And you think you're a currucucú
Let the one who is hungry beg you
I have bread for sure
Let an owl beg you
But not this hawk
And it is that you, you, you, you, you, it is that you
You think you're a dove, and what a man you're doing is wrong
It's you, it's you
The vulture who dreams of being a peacock
See you there, vulture
You walk through the clouds
Well, you don't even reach the level of a seagull
And you think you're a currucucú
Let the one who is hungry beg you
I have bread for sure
Let an owl beg you
But not this hawk