Capullo Y Sorullo [English translation]

Intro:

-Miss Capullo*, do you take this man as you husband?

-yes, I do.

-Mister Sorullo, do you take this woman as your wife?

-Yes, I do.

Once upon a time in my town

there was a married couple, flaxen like butter

I can assure and bear witness that

what I'm saying is no lie

from that marriage nine children were born

eight were blondies,

I saw it, nobody told me, that

the nineth turned out to be quite black

The husband put up with it for years

but in the long run this became quite hurtfull

and he decided to confess this to his wife

so he did, and now all of you will see what happened:

-Listen, Rose-bud I love them all the same

Listen, Rose-bud I love them all the same

All are like little angels

and I carry them here, in my bossom*

but let's talk about the little black one

trying not to lose our temper

tell me Rose-bud, Is the black one my son?

tell me Rose-bud, Is the black one my son?

And she answered,

and she answered:

-Listen Sorullo, the black one is the only one that is yours

listen Sorullo, the black one is the only one that is yours

-How is that possible!?

Here all hell broke loose*

It was the end of the marriage

She left taking with her the first eight

and he ended up with the black one

she left taking with her the first eight

and he ended up with the black one