Lyrics of Palomontio Ñu - El Cuarteto de Nos

Palomontio Ñu (original)

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

(translation)

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