Las Gallinas Cacaraquean
Los caballeros no tienen memoria
Ni hablan mal de las mujeres
Mejor quedarse callados
Disfrutar de sus placeres
Total ¿que vas a ganar
Si platicas cuantas tienes?
Las mujeres no tienen edad
No les preguntes por ella
No hagas que se sientan mal
Pues su belleza es eterna
Y las caricias que te dieron
Ahora tal vez son ajenas
Los gallos se oyen cantar
Las gallinas cacaraquean
Si hablas mal de una mujer
Dime entre cuales te encuentras
Mi abuelo brinco el corral
De gallineros con dueños
Pero no cacaraqueo
Se murió con su secreto
Si te vienen a preguntar
Cosas malas de una de ellas
Dile que no la conoces
Dile que no la recuerdas
Los gallos se oyen cantar
Las gallinas cacaraquean
Si hablas mal de una mujer
Dime entre cuales te encuentras
Mi abuelo brinco el corral
De gallineros con dueños
Pero no cacaraqueo
Se murió con su secreto
Los gallos se oyen cantar
Las gallinas cacaraquean
The Hens Cluck
Gentlemen have no memory
Nor speak ill of women
Better to stay silent
Enjoy their pleasures
After all, what will you gain
If you talk about how many you have?
Women have no age
Don't ask them about it
Don't make them feel bad
For their beauty is eternal
And the caresses they gave you
Now may be someone else's
The roosters can be heard singing
The hens cluck
If you speak ill of a woman
Tell me which one you are
My grandfather jumped the coop
Of henhouses with owners
But he didn't cluck
He died with his secret
If they come to ask you
Bad things about one of them
Tell them you don't know her
Tell them you don't remember her
The roosters can be heard singing
The hens cluck
If you speak ill of a woman
Tell me which one you are
My grandfather jumped the coop
Of henhouses with owners
But he didn't cluck
He died with his secret
The roosters can be heard singing
The hens cluck