La Tarántula

The tarantula is a very bad bug, it's not killed with stone or stick
It runs away and gets into all the
Corners and its stings are very cunning
Oh mother!
I don't know what's wrong with me
Yesterday I passed by the field and
I suddenly started feeling the sea of trembling

Could it be that the harmful tarantula bit me, and
I'm all sick from its very fine blood?
May the bugs eat you
Damn spider that has a guitar painted on its belly!
Dancing cures such deep pain
Oh oh oh The spider, the spider that bit me!
I'm not afraid of lightning or bullets, nor am I afraid of anything worse
Than what my father did to me, handsomer than the Rooster
But may that little bug be struck by lightning Oh, mother!
I'm feeling unwell, I'm getting sweats that have left me dry
And eaten by itching

Could it be that the harmful tarantula bit me, and that's why
I'm feeling more drained than a sardine?
May the bugs eat you
Damn spider that has a guitar painted on its belly!
Dancing cures such deep pain
Oh oh oh Curse the spider that bit me!