El extraño caso de las damas de África
Silvio Rodriguez
The strange case of the African ladies
The other day we went to the park
to see the art gallery
and when the morning ended
we went to buy African women.
I carried a cartridge
happy to take home
and I kept it in the cold
because the heat burns
and who knows what happens...
Last night I had a visit
a couple and their little bladder
and as it was an appropriate occasion
I wanted to offer them my African women.
When I found the bag
after searching a lot
I shook it in my ear saying: I hear nothing
Inside I found nothing but a cartridge...
Who ate...
Who ate...
Who ate my African woman
Who ate...
Who ate
Who ate my African woman...
Oh!...
Who ate......
If it wasn't Juana
nor her sister
Someone tell me who has eaten my African women
It's conceivable
And not impossible
that I hold my African women with safety pins.
Who ate...
A little seed
was tickling me
Sadistically interrogating the little giraldilla
Mr. abbot
Don't get upset
If you find so much richness of chocolate!
Who ate...
Who was it
Who ate...
Who was it
Who ate my African woman
Let it be known but not seen
Who ate...
Who was it
Who ate...
Who, who, who
Who ate...
Who ate...
Who ate my African woman...!!!.
