La mazamorra
Rolando Alárcon
The porridge
Porridge they have asked me for
Porridge I will give
Porridge at noon
Porridge for dinner
Little porridge with three little legs
They take one away, two remain
Little porridge, yes
Little porridge, no
Last night I stole a bull
I found a place and killed it
I ate the meat
And embarked on the leather
Little porridge with three little legs
They take one away, two remain
Little porridge, yes
Little porridge, no
Little porridge fancied
To drink mate with a soldier
Little porridge fancied
To drink mate barefoot
Little porridge with three little legs
They take one away, two remain
Little porridge, yes
Little porridge, no
