El Becerro

The calf hasn't nursed
The calf hasn't nursed
Because the cow didn't come
Because the cow didn't come

My grandma takes care of it
My grandma takes care of it
With scraps from the road
Because that was its fate

Throw it, throw it, throw it, it's leaving now
Wrap your arms around me, my love
Blondie, if you want me

Throw it, throw it, throw it, it's leaving now
Wrap your arms around me, my love
Blondie, if you want me
The calf hasn't nursed

I have the taste of the calf
I have the taste of the calf
Climbing up and down the hill
Climbing up and down the hill

Walking among the cows
Walking among the cows
Even if I don't drink or eat
Even if I don't drink or eat

Throw it, throw it, throw it, it's leaving now
Wrap your arms around me, my love
Blondie, if you want me

Throw it, throw it, throw it, it's leaving now
Wrap your arms around me, my love
Blondie, if you want me
I have the taste of the calf

Calf, what are you doing there?
Calf, what are you doing there?
In the horns of that ox
In the horns of that ox

Here my mother has me
Here my mother has me
So she can make me her law
So she can make me her law

Throw it, throw it, throw it, it's leaving now
Wrap your arms around me, my love
Blondie, if you want me

Throw it, throw it, throw it, it's leaving now
Wrap your arms around me, my love
Blondie, if you want me
The calf hasn't nursed