En La Luna
Pedro Luis Ferrer
On the Moon
On the moon when it’s time
You can stay a minute
Two minutes, three minutes
Four minutes, maybe
But five minutes
You can’t stay there
Old man Taita Jacinto
Was sent to the moon
To seek his fortune
With a machete at his side
His instincts didn’t let him down
The little moon was empty
He didn’t find a single rat
No milk, no red wine
On the moon when it’s time
You can stay a minute
Two minutes, three minutes
Four minutes, maybe
But five minutes
You can’t stay there
The old man Taita, alarmed
Wanted to leave the little moon
Thinking about fried potatoes
And congrí with roasted pork
Taita decided to launch
His rocket to the sky
'Cause a moon without food
Is no good for partying
On the moon when it’s time
You can stay a minute
Two minutes, three minutes
Four minutes, maybe
On the moon, man, there’s no pork
On the moon, there’s no pork
You can’t eat chicken, nor drink rum
On the moon, baby, there’s no indigestion
Lovers on the boardwalk
Look at the moon, sing their song
But the astronaut misses the stew
'Cause without eating
You can’t stay
'Cause without fun
You can’t stay
'Cause without love
You can’t stay
'Cause without a watch
You can’t stay
On the moon, there’s no pork
Nor black beans with rice
You can’t have yuca, nor dance the son
Tamale in a leaf, yam, kimbombó
'Cause the cosmonaut misses the shrimp
On the moon, there’s no pork
Nor can you eat chicken
Paradise, let the spell be cast with the development
You can’t.
