Palomontio Ñu - El Cuarteto de Nos

Pobre poeta Palomontio Ñu

Su cara parece un avestruz

Se pasa la vida explicándole

A una liebre muerta como bailar candomblé, candomblé

Pobre poeta quiere llorar

Estuvo dos días en un palomar

Y se durmió grabando a las palomas arrullar

Y cuando despertó vio que estaba en el fondo del mar, del mar

Pobre poeta

Pobre poeta

Pobre poeta

Pobre poeta

Pobre poeta que desilusión

Sufrió al darse cuenta de su situación

Pues como es sabido en el fondo del mar

Resulta difícil, muy difícil poder respirar, respirar

Pobre poeta se empezó a morir

Y en pocos minutos dejó de existir

Y no pudo nunca más explicar

A su liebre muerta como el candomblé bailar, bailar

Pobre poeta

Pobre poeta

Pobre poeta

Pobre poeta

Poor poet Palomontio Ñu

His face looks like an ostrich

He spends his life explaining

To a dead hare how to dance candomblé, candomblé

Poor poet wants to cry

She was two days in a dovecote

And she fell asleep recording the pigeons cooing

And when he woke up he saw that he was at the bottom of the sea, of the sea

poor poet

poor poet

poor poet

poor poet

Poor poet what a disappointment

He suffered when he realized his situation

Well, as it is known at the bottom of the sea

It's hard, so hard to breathe, breathe

Poor poet began to die

And in a few minutes he ceased to exist

And he couldn't ever explain

To his dead hare of him like candomblé dance, dance

poor poet

poor poet

poor poet

poor poet