El Calendario - Cri-Cri

Los dias se van

El pobre Calendario

Se siente adelgazar

De modo extraordinario

Sus hojas de papel

Se las arranca el tiempo

Y tiene sentimiento

Porque ya se va a acabar

El conejo Chúchus

Ya tiene bigotes

Usa pantalones

Grandotes, grandotes

Va por la banqueta

Silbando, silbando

Y dice doña Zorra

Que ya lo vio fumando

El conejo Chúchus

Ya escribe versitos

A una conejita

De ojos bonitos

¡Cuántas cosas pasan

Y cuántas pasarán

Mientras el Calendario

Se siente adelgazar!

El conejo Chúchus

Ya no es el de antes

Sólo le preocupa

La ropa elegante

Y sus ilusiones

Cambiaron de meta

Pasa días enteros

Soñando motonetas

El conejo Chúchus

Creció muy altote

Ya no quiere cuentos

Prefiere deportes

¡Cuántas cosas pasan

Y cuántas pasarán

Mientras el Calendario

Se siente adelgazar!

the days are gone

The poor Calendar

It feels like losing weight

in an extraordinary way

Your sheets of paper

Time rips them off

and has feeling

Because it's going to end

Chuchus the rabbit

already has mustaches

wear pants

big guys, big guys

goes by the sidewalk

whistling, whistling

And Mrs. Zorra says

That she already saw him smoking

Chuchus the rabbit

He already writes verses

to a bunny

pretty-eyed

how many things happen

And how many will pass

While the Calendar

It feels like losing weight!

Chuchus the rabbit

It is not the same as before

he only cares

the fancy clothes

and their illusions

they changed goal

Spend whole days

dreaming scooters

Chuchus the rabbit

grew up very tall

He no longer wants stories

prefers sports

how many things happen

And how many will pass

While the Calendar

It feels like losing weight!