The life of the melon

Melon you come rolling in, what's that on your pink belly?
I can see something bluish, it's a car leaving fast.

Aquella fruta solitaria,
queda inmóvil sin saber que pasa,
regresa el carro de manera apresurada
y trae consigo una dulce mirada.

That solitary fruit, standing still without knowing what is happening, then the cart returns in a hurry and brings with it a sweet look.
and brings with it a sweet look.

Aquella mirada en el melón de trepa y ayuda a subir al auto de coloración bella, continúan su viaje rodando, solo pararon para recoger el ojo que habían olvidado, hace unos días, ya no recuerdo cuando.

That look at the climbing melon and help to get into the beautifully colored car, they continue their journey rolling, they only stopped to pick up the eye they had forgotten, a few days ago, I no longer remember when.

Rueda melón rueda,
que llevas contigo la amistad bella,
rueda melón rueda,
que llevas auto y una mirada de pestañas gruesas.

Roll melon roll, you carry with you the beautiful friendship, roll melon roll, you carry self and a look of thick eyelashes.

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Créditos
Stopmotion y cuento original de
Margarita Palomino