Lobizon La leyenda

Concerts given by crickets, on clear moonlit nights
Out-of-tune violins, mosquitoes in the lagoon
An ominous chirp brought by the winds from the mountain
The owl announces to us, dark premonitions

The Moon touches his body, naked he writhes, and transformed he emerges shaking his bones
Like a fearsome messenger, he wanders through fields and ranches
The lobizon strolls smelling of sulfur and mustiness

Howls pierce the night, fear rises in the blood
The heart is a drum shaking the chests
A mix of pig and calf, poorly sewn and crooked
Trotting the human beast, dogs howl, teros scream

The Werewolf has come out, there's a full moon in the sky
Local superstitions nest in our land
Unbaptized children, feast of his pleasures
He prowls around the ranches, born under a bad star

Sad and bitter fate to be the seventh son
Cruel punishment of life to be born and be a Lobizon
Looking somewhat skinny, all nails broken
So strange to this world, his fate is already sealed

The Moon fades away, and the dog turns into a man
The indecipherable mystery, silently hides
Link as well as chain of magic, spell, and offering
The howling human wolf, owner of the great legend