Manseque

The party is about to start,
the manseque has not arrived.
Don't tell me that the children
have already forgotten him so soon.

Manseque, manseque,
manseque, the culeque,
the hen, the hen,
the Japanese hen.

The ring, the ring,
the ring you gave me,
it was glass, it was glass
it was glass and it broke.

Lost in the night
under a bridge
the manseque cries,
crying for his luck.

The river cats
don't want him to cry;
they take him by the arm,
they give him flowers.

Once again you laugh,
friend manseque,
the river children
are happy to see you.