El Turururururú
Quilapayún
The Turururururú
Turururururú,
Turururururú,
Tururururú,
The blame is on you.
The donkey has died
That brought the vinegar.
God took him
From this miserable life.
He stretched his neck,
Wrinkled his snout
And with his tail stiff
He died suddenly.
All the neighbors
Went to the funeral
And Aunt Maria
Played the cowbell.
