Chiche Bombon

On the hill of that hill
A star appears
On the hill of that hill
Chiche - bomb
The turtledove and the calandria
Are not satisfied
With being a witness
To Chiche - bomb

We already burned all the wheat
And it doesn't show up
In the capybara's house
Nor in the straw
Being late on the road
Does not behave
Among the straw
Chiche - bomb

There's no guiding star for the poet
Nor wetlands drying in the sun
Dragged inside the ditch
Crying for revenge
Crying for revenge
The streams and the hills
Are his lair
Under a sky of coals
Chiche - bomb

The ovenbird answers him
Among the cina cinas
They are bell towers of hat
Chiche - bomb
We stay under the shelter
And he doesn't care
In the summer nights
In the big yard
Waking up early in the stream

It doesn't dawn
It mirrors in the stream
Chiche - bomb
There are no reflections in the dry land
No ashes guarding the hearth
Far away comes a silhouette
Crying for revenge
Chiche - bomb