El Diablo En El Paraíso

The man eats the grass
The donkey the candies
The granddaughter sends the grandfather
And the knave to the king of clubs
I carry the water in a basket
I fall asleep under the bed
I sweeten everything with natre
I dance on the dead man's grave
Lie everything true
A tailor shouted naked.

The pages are crowned
The kings scrub the floor
The devil in paradise
And the soldiers go to prison
Sins are forgiven
Judges are executed
Fish swim dry
It will be the end of the world
When in the deep seas
The groves bloom.

The righteous walk in shackles
And the wicked go free
Ninety coppers a peso
Six hundred grams a kilo
The futres walk pililos
The fat ones are skinny
A paralytic jumped
On a sharp machete
Eight times three twenty-seven
Divide a mathematician.

They have the piano as a seat
They play music on the chair
Cain is the wonder
For Abel, his brother
Walking is with hands
The saints are quarrelsome
They bless the thieves
The dog lies in the cradle
Under the white moon
The baby bites the policeman.

Here ends the example
It was the world upside down
And with your permission
They call the theater a temple
I watch you very calmly
The bandit says to his prey
The one who prays is more heretical
The old go to school
The children to hopscotch
No one has a head anymore.