Furra Furra

Furra, furra, fandangoa,
there you have the fandango
our favorite.

This morning I got up
in good luck,
I found a tank
in my coffee;
I don't know what we have
peace or war
but if I have
I made a mess.

In doing something
right and artfully
I cleaned a robbery
with a water pistol,
now I am lost
filled with fear
without ammunition
I stopped.

My only weapon
is the accordion,
it seems to affect the heart
if I eat the hand
if it eats the hand
it should be done well
Cervantes
happened to such.

And now I'm going
back to bed,
if I don't find you
to make mud;
tomorrow it will be seen
what's new,
even the wisest
cannot escape.