Las Gallinas Cacaraquean

Gentlemen have no memory
Nor speak ill of women
Better to stay silent
Enjoy their pleasures
After all, what will you gain
If you talk about how many you have?

Women have no age
Don't ask them about it
Don't make them feel bad
For their beauty is eternal
And the caresses they gave you
Now may be someone else's

The roosters can be heard singing
The hens cluck
If you speak ill of a woman
Tell me which one you are
My grandfather jumped the coop
Of henhouses with owners
But he didn't cluck
He died with his secret

If they come to ask you
Bad things about one of them
Tell them you don't know her
Tell them you don't remember her

The roosters can be heard singing
The hens cluck
If you speak ill of a woman
Tell me which one you are
My grandfather jumped the coop
Of henhouses with owners
But he didn't cluck
He died with his secret

The roosters can be heard singing
The hens cluck