Quiscaloro... Quiscaloro

To gather some quicaloro an old lady invited me
I had two cute little girls and I liked it

We took a nap in the direction she gave us
The three of them went ahead and I was further behind

Old woman full of malice when one was left
The mother who threw her began to scream in a hurry

Quiscalor, quiscaloro that time has passed
I quickly forgot the old lady but not the Chinese girls

In an iron pot for syrup he prepared
I was blowing on the fire and peeling the chinitas

The old woman went out for firewood, and one went for water
The other one went into the ranch for who knows what purpose

The old woman, very wise, punished them both
And then one by one I consoled them

Quiscaloro, quiscaloro that time has passed
I quickly forgot the old lady but not the Chinese girls