Capullo y Sorullo

This is the wedding cumbia

Miss capullo, do you accept Mr. sorullo as your husband?
Yes, I do!

Mr. sorullo, do you accept Miss capullo as your wife?
Yes, I do!

Once upon a time in my town there was a marriage
Blonde as butter
I can give my faith and testimony
That what I say is no little lie

From the marriage nine children were born
Eight came out blondies
I saw it, nobody told me
That the ninth turned out to be very dark

The husband endured for many years
But in the end, the silence hurt him
He decided to confess to his wife
So he did and now you will see

Hey, capullo!
I love them all the same

They are all little angels
And I carry them here in my soul
But let's talk about the dark one
Without losing our calm

Tell me, capullo!
Is the dark one my son?

And she answered him, and she answered him

Hey, sorullo!
The dark one is the only one yours

How can it be?

Hey, capullo!
I love them all the same

They are all little angels
And I carry them here in my soul
But let's talk about the dark one
Hey! Without losing our calm

Tell me, capullo!
Is the dark one my son?

And she answered him, and she answered him

Hey, sorullo!
The dark one is the only one yours

And here the bomb exploded and the marriage ended

She left with the eight
And he carried the black one