Juan Bobo

Lararararararararai.
Lararararararararai.

Juan Bobo,
So sad and quiet,
Walked bitterly,
His sad truth.
But when,
Passing by his side,
Rosita from the meadow,
Stopped walking.

Rosita,
Was a pretty girl,
Who with poor smiles,
Caught attention.
To everyone,
Her love she offered,
But wanted nothing,
With poor Juan.

Aaaaaaay!
Juan Bobo..., what a fool,
To sigh... hahahahaha,
For Rosa from the meadow.

Lararararararararai.
Lararararararararai.

Juan Bobo said,
Rosita,
Will have to be mine,
Her love mine.
But,
Everyone laughing,
Wanting to mock,
Used to say:
(spoken)
Kissing your rose last night,
Notice, that in a car with another she passed,
Saying she despised you
(sung)
And rejected you,
For she always hated you.

Aaaaaaay!
Juan Bobo..., what a fool,
To sigh... hahahahaha,
For Rosa from the meadow.

Lararararararararai.
Lararararararararai.

Time,
That never forgives,
Also to Rosita,
Gave her old age.
And she,
Who was once loved,
Now old and tired,
Wanted to love Juan.

To Rosa from the meadow,
Destiny,
One sad night,
Forever took.
And where
Rosita slept,
There was only a rose,
That Juan placed.

Aaaaaaay!
Juan Bobo..., what a fool,
To sigh...,
For Rosa from the meadow.

Juan Bobo...
Hahahahaha...