Maria Elena Walsh — La Familia Polilla song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Familia Polilla" by Maria Elena Walsh.
Lyrics
La polilla come lana
De la noche a la mañana
Muerde y come, come y muerde
Lana roja, lana verde
Sentadita en el ropero
Con su plato y su babero
Come lana de color
Con cuchillo y tenedor
Sus hijitos comilones
Tienen cuna de botones
Su marido don Polillo
Balconea en un bolsillo
De repente se avecina
La señora Naftalina
Muy oronda la verán
Toda envuelta en celofán
La familia polillal
La espía por un ojal
Y le apunta con la aguja
A la Naftalina bruja
Pero don Polillo ordena:
Vámonos a otros roperos
A llenarlos de agujeros
Y se van todos de viaje
Con muchísimo equipaje:
Las hilachas de una blusa
Y un paquete de pelusa
Lyrics translation
The moth as wool
Overnight
Bite and eat, eat and bite
Red wool, green wool
Sitting in the closet
With his plate and his bib
Eat colored wool
With knife and fork
Their little eating children
They have cot buttons
Her husband don Polillo
Balcony in a pocket
Suddenly it's coming
Mrs. naphthalene
Very oronda you will see
All wrapped in cellophane
The polillal family
The spy for a buttonhole
And he's pointing the needle at him.
To the witch naphthalene
But don Polillo orders:
Let's go to other wardrobes
To fill them with holes
And they're all going on a trip
With lots of luggage:
The threads of a blouse
And a pack of fluff