El Fantasma
Cri-Cri
The Ghost
There is a castle in Spain
Of which only ruins remain standing
And it is said that around it
There is a ghost bigger than an ox
Faced with such a dark legend
Anyone with common sense
Escapes quickly at odd hours
Or the giant catches them, and goodbye!
There are no nighttime tourists there
But at midnight on a Friday I went
He appeared in a corner
Taca taca tín
Tapping his heel
Chiquilicuatro and bald
He was a dancer
Quite clumsy
But without the volume to horrify
He turned out to be a ghost from an advertisement!
Seeing my furrowed brow
That little fellow pointed out to me
Five centuries of such loneliness
Made him so bored he started to dance
He swears that in Moorish times
He was a terrible giant to behold
But the diet made him shrink
(There's no food in the ruins)
He humbly requests
Other old ruins of better quality
We must wait for the occasion
Taca taca tín
Follow the heel
Even as a dancer
Taca taca tá
It won't be better
But in the twists of imagination
That's where the ghosts end here!
