El curanto
Isabel Parra
The curanto
Get up, lazy man,
Go fishing, go fishing,
The sea is beautiful
To sail, to sail.
I can't get up,
I'm very hungry
And fishing with fatigue
Is going to ruin me.
I want to eat curanto
With chapalele,
Milcao, apple cider
And even if I get drunk.
The boats have already left
From the cove, from the cove,
And you're in bed
Doing nothing, doing nothing.
It's because I've eaten a lot
Rightfully
And it's bad to make an effort
So satisfied.
