El Polvorete
Lisandro Meza
The Dusty One
Who could have the happiness that the rooster has
The rooster climbs,
Throws his dust, racatapun chiching
And shakes himself.
Who could have the happiness that the rooster has
The rooster climbs,
Throws his dust, racatapun chiching
And shakes himself.
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk that takes you.
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk that takes you.
Who could have the happiness that the rooster has
The rooster climbs,
Throws his dust, racatapun chiching
And shakes himself.
Who could have the happiness that the rooster has
The rooster climbs,
Throws his dust, racatapun chiching and shakes himself.
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk that takes you.
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk that takes you.
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk that takes you.
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk that takes you.
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk
You will see, dove, that there is no hawk that takes you.
