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Pequeños niños

Brian Wilson

Little Children

On a Monday mornin' you see 'em all there
Little children they're marching along
On a sunny mountain without any cares
Little children they're marching along

Marching along, siging a song
Making rhythm and rhyme
It used to be somthing to see
They don't keep track of the time

If the rain comes down
They put on their coats
Little children they're marching along
If it gets too floody
They get in their boats
Little children they're marching along

Marching along, siging a song
Making rhythm and rhyme
It used to be somthing to see
They don't keep track of the time

Poor little Wendy she's too scared to speak
Little children they're marching along
And look at little Carnie with dirt on her cheek
Little children they're marching along
It's three fifteen it's time to go home
Little children they're marching along
You can't kiss no one until you get home
Little children they're marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along
Marching along

Pequeños niños

En un lunes por la mañana los ves a todos
Pequeños niños marchando
En una montaña soleada sin preocupaciones
Pequeños niños marchando

Marchando, cantando una canción
Creando ritmo y rima
Solía ser algo para ver
Ellos no llevan la cuenta del tiempo

Si la lluvia cae
Se ponen sus abrigos
Pequeños niños marchando
Si se inunda demasiado
Ellos suben a sus botes
Pequeños niños marchando

Marchando, cantando una canción
Creando ritmo y rima
Solía ser algo para ver
Ellos no llevan la cuenta del tiempo

Pobre pequeña Wendy, está demasiado asustada para hablar
Pequeños niños marchando
Y mira a la pequeña Carnie con suciedad en su mejilla
Pequeños niños marchando
Son las tres y cuarto, es hora de ir a casa
Pequeños niños marchando
No puedes besar a nadie hasta que llegues a casa
Pequeños niños marchando
Marchando
Marchando
Marchando
Marchando
Marchando
Marchando
Marchando

Escrita por: Brian Wilson