Los Patos Y Las Patas
Los Nosequien Y Los Nosecuantos
The Ducks and the Legs
The day begins, we will go south
how expensive the toll is, how expensive
Peru.
Kilometer 40
turning right onto a dirt road
the blue sky announces a day of light.
The sand burns, there's no place around,
First problem, find a spot
next to a group of girls
who pay attention to these handsome
boys and also lend their
sunscreen.
The Quispes also enjoy the party
ceviche in a bag and soup in a bottle
while 4 meters away
the Müllers silently watch over the grill
waiting for the charcoal to light.
But if you don't arrive, there's no sun
if you don't arrive, I lose hope
I hide in my towel,
I hope they leave
if you don't arrive, there's no warmth.
The sun advances, my skin is already burned,
my belly is the color of a shrimp
but next to me, a gringo
has fallen asleep
and now he's all red
please call the firefighters.
The time has come for a refreshing dip
Don't come, Pablo, because you pee in the water
The Quispe's son
who can't swim, carries three liters of water
he entered skinny and comes out with a big belly.
The sun sets, people leave
Some by boat, others by truck
But deep down, everyone
Returns home very grateful
Because everyone is equal under the sun.
Under the sun (x7)
