El chorrito

The drop of water that falls from the cloud
as a gift for the flower
vanishes in vapor
when the sun comes up;
and once again it rises to the sky
back to the cloud that let it go.
The little drop goes up and down,
down and up
in time with this song:

Over by the fountain
there was a little stream,
it would get big
then it would get small;
over by the fountain
there was a little stream,
it was in a bad mood,
pour little stream was feeling hot
it was in a bad mood,
pour little stream was feeling hot.

In the always snowy landscape
curled up on the volcano
there are millions of little drops
turned into crystal.
In the winter the snow grows,
in the summer the sun melts it away.
The little drop goes up and down,
down and up
in time with this song:

Here comes the ant
with her umbrella
and pulling up her skirts,
Here comes the ant
with her umbrella
and pulling up her skirts,
because the little stream splashed her
and faded her little shoes
because the little stream splashed her
and faded her little shoes.