Época Del Cometa

And back in fifty-seven
God Almighty placed
A bloodied comet

And at dawn in the west
With colors ablaze
Hearts get scared
And at the same time, they point

And in Africa, they hide

Tell me who’s protected you
Who’s been your shield
That you’ve had such luck
In a foreign land?

Lereleré, lereleré, lereleré-ing
With the little step of humility
My "you’re already complaining" sinks in

At a certain gathering
There was a meal one day
And there a melon was cut
The only fruit that was there

I cut a watermelon
And offered it to a married woman
And she said, heartbroken
Thank you so much, sir
I’m in mourning and can’t
I’m in mourning and can’t
Eat red fruit.