La Guacamaya
Los Lobos
The Macaw
Poor little macaw oh! How sorry I feel for you
Oh how sorry I feel for you, poor little macaw
The pitahayas are gone now you will eat
Poor little macaw oh! How sorry I feel for you
Fly, fly, fly, like I flew
When they took me prisoner miss because of you
Fly, fly, fly, like I flew
When they took me prisoner miss because of you
A painted macaw told the red one
Let's go to the land to spend the season
Fly, fly, fly, like I flew
When they took me prisoner miss because of you
Fly, fly, fly, like I flew
When they took me prisoner miss because of you
