El Equeco - Andrés Cepeda

Yo me estaba regresando

De la casa del Equeco

Yo me estaba regresando

De la casa del Equeco

Y al llegar a la sesenta

Me toco ver un muñeco

Y al llegar a la sesenta

Me toco ver un muñeco

Veni, veni, veni, veni

A la casa del Equeco

Veni, veni, veni, veni, veni

Me toco ver un muñeco (bis)

Hay un lugar

Muy famoso por sus noches

De gran derroche y fantasía

Sin igual

Guarda en su seno

La canción de un vagabundo

Que ha rodado por el mundo

Para aquí poder cantar

Lunes de horror

El martes sigue

Y el miércoles lo persigue

Patético y de dolor

Jueves de susto

Luego viernes cultural

El sábado me doy gusto

Y el domingo a guarachar

Veni, veni, veni, veni

A la casa del equeco

Veni, veni, veni, veni, veni

Me toco ver un muñeco (bis)

I was going back

From the house of Equeco

I was going back

From the house of Equeco

And when you reach sixty

I got to see a doll

And when you reach sixty

I got to see a doll

Come, come, come, come

To the house of Equeco

Come, come, come, come, come

I had to see a doll (bis)

There's a place

Very famous for its nights

Of great waste and fantasy

without equal

Keep in your bosom

The song of a wanderer

That he has traveled the world

To be able to sing here

horror monday

Tuesday continues

And Wednesday chases him

Pathetic and in pain

scare thursday

Then Culture Friday

Saturday I like

And on Sunday to guarachar

Come, come, come, come

To the equeco's house

Come, come, come, come, come

I had to see a doll (bis)