Oh, how beautiful it is to fly
At eleven o'clock at night
At eleven o'clock at night
Oh, how beautiful it is to fly
Oh mama

To get up and let yourself fall
On the straps of a car
On the straps of a car
And I even want to cry
Oh mama

The witch grabs me
She takes me to her house
She turns me into a flowerpot
And a pumpkin

The witch grabs me
She takes me to the barracks
She turns me into a flowerpot
And feeds me

And tell me, tell me, tell me you
How many little creatures have you sucked
Lady, none, none, I don't know
I have intentions of sucking you

I met a witch
Flying through the air
Flying through the air
I met a witch
Oh mama

Then I asked her
Who she was looking for
She says, who are you
I am a Huapango singer
Oh mama

Get up Chucha, get up Joana
The witch is coming after your sister
Get up Pepa and get up Adela
The witch is coming after your grandmother

And tell me, tell me, tell me you
How many little creatures have you sucked
Lady, none, none, I don't know
I have intentions of sucking you

Now, damn witch
You already sucked my son
You already sucked my son
Now, damn witch
Oh mama

Now you are going to suck
Your husband's navel
Your husband's navel
And I even want to cry
Oh mama

When I find your husband sleeping
I rip off his legs and run away
When I find your husband asleep
I rip off his legs and go with you

And tell me, tell me, tell me you
How many little creatures have you sucked
Lady, none, none, I don't know
I have intentions of sucking you

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