Don Dolón Dolón

I sleep in the cistern
With my moth-eaten nightgown
Don dolón dolón
I sleep in the cistern with my nightgown

They are not moths
They are ten thousand stars peeking
Don dolón dolón
Through the folds of my nightgown

When the Sun rises
I have to go into the cistern
Don dolón dolón
I sleep in the cistern with my nightgown

When I appear
Everyone sleeps and the spider weaves
Don dolón dolón
I come out of the cistern with my nightgown

Let's see if they guess
Let's see if they guess who this is
Don dolón dolón
Who is in the cistern with their nightgown