En un mercedes blanco

In a white Mercedes he arrived
At the cattle fair
Ten duros of aluminum foil
And the sky has lit up

He comes from very far away and now
He doesn't even have memory left
He says a goblin exchanged it
For a little bit of glory

In a white Mercedes he arrived
With a polka dot handkerchief
All the kids behind him
He always looks at the ground

What a pity for the boy!
People say in the bars
When they play the slot machines
And collect what comes out

Three kings go on a boat
They are three kings and a secret
Neither ruins nor ashes
Nor paper carried by the wind

Put on, put on the tape again
Put it on until it tears
The bits of iron and chrome
To sing as you know