Lobizon La leyenda

Concerts given by crickets on clear moonlit nights
Out-of-tune violins, mosquito in the lagoon
A soothing whistle that the winds bring from the mountain
The owl announces to us dark forebodings

The Moon touches his body, he rolls in leather, and transformed he comes out shaking his skeleton
Like a fearsome messenger, he wanders through fields and ranches
The werewolf walks around smelling of sulfur and rancidity

Howls wound the night, fear rises through the blood
The heart is a drum shaking the chest
A mixture of pork and veal, poorly butchered and well-cooked
The human beast trots, dogs howl, lapwings scream

The werewolf has come out, there is a full moon in the sky
Country superstitions nest in our soil
Unbaptized children, a feast of their pleasures
He roams the ranches from the outside, his star at birth was bad

Sad and bitter destiny to be the seventh son
Cruel punishment of life to be born and to be a werewolf
Looking kind of skinny, his nails all broken
Such a strange being of this world, his fate is already sealed

The moon fades away, and the dog becomes a man
The indecipherable mystery, in silence, is already hidden
Link also chain of magic, spell and offering
The wolf-man mentor owner of the great legend