Marcha de los Grillos

A distant rumor is the signal
That the battalion is approaching
Of the little crickets

Among a thousand drums and violins
The general stands out
With two little horns

Singing, singing all night long
Singing is their whole flag

Listen to how the crickets march
To the rhythm of the song
Of the battalion

Here come the little crickets
Squeaking with pleasure
That invades them

Marching, holding their
Violins
Without feeling any fear
Of darkness

Singing, singing all night long
Singing is their whole flag

Listen to how the crickets march
To the rhythm of the song
Of the battalion