Palomontio Ñu
Pobre poeta Palomontio Ñu
Su cara parece una avestruz
Se pasa la vida explicándole
A una liebre muerta como bailar candomblé (candomblé, candomblé)
Pobre poeta quiere llorar
Estuvo dos días en un palomar
Y se durmió grabando a las palomas arrullar
Y cuando despertó vio que estaba en el fondo del mar (mar, mar)
Pobre poeta
Pobre poeta
Pobre poeta
Pobre poeta
Pobre poeta que desilusión
Sufrió al darse cuenta de su situación
Pues como es sabido en el fondo del mar
Resulta difícil, muy difícil poder respirar (respirar, respirar)
Pobre poeta se empezó a morir
Y e pocos minutos dejó de existir
Y no pudo nunca más explicar
A su liebre muerte como el candomblé bailar (bailar, bailar)
Pobre poeta
Pobre poeta
Pobre poeta
Pobre poeta
Poor Poet Palomontio Ñu
Poor poet Palomontio Ñu
His face looks like an ostrich
He spends his life explaining
To a dead hare how to dance candomblé (candomblé, candomblé)
Poor poet wants to cry
He spent two days in a pigeon coop
And fell asleep recording the cooing of the doves
And when he woke up, he saw he was at the bottom of the sea (sea, sea)
Poor poet
Poor poet
Poor poet
Poor poet
Poor poet, what a disappointment
He suffered realizing his situation
For as is known, at the bottom of the sea
It's hard, really hard to breathe (breathe, breathe)
Poor poet started to die
And in a few minutes, he ceased to exist
And he could never explain again
To his dead hare how to dance candomblé (dance, dance)
Poor poet
Poor poet
Poor poet
Poor poet
Escrita por: Santiago Tavella