El turururururú
Victor Jara
The Turururururú
Turururururú,
Turururururú,
Turururururú,
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 a stiff tail
he died suddenly.
All the neighbors
went to the funeral
and Aunt Maria
was ringing the bell.
