Las Tapas
Lisandro Meza
The Lids
I have five pots of chicha, for Maria's baptism
I ferment it with sweet potato, but the lids are hidden, my love
Oh give me the lids, my dear
To cover the pot, my love
Oh give me the lids, my life
To cover the pot, my love
The lids are on the floor, they got dirty on their own
Now you ask me, my dear, to wash them with soap, my love
Oh give me the lids, my love
To cover the chicha, my life
Oh give me the lids, my dear
To cover the chicha, my love
My dear has the chicha smelling bad because of a mouse
For Maria's baptism, she doesn't have money to buy rum, oh my love
Oh give me the lids, my dear
Oh give me the lids, my love
Oh give me the lids, my life
To cover the chicha, my love
