El Diablo
Someone alert the villagers,
El diablo and his demons
are on the loose spreading lies,
pitting all the lovers against each other...
Someone call the curendero
to pitch fire under his cauldron,
to pick the sacred peyote,
and mix the elixer of ancient knowledge...
Tell him to consult the los espiritus,
to call upon los ancianos,
to seek their wisdom and guidance
on how to run El diablo out of town...
The lovers are experiencing self-doubt
believing all the lies the demons are spreading,
we will meet down at the ancient well
where the honey bee and butterfly labors furiously...
We will sing to the stars,
and pray for much lluvia,
to cleanse the village
and to start a new moon...
Then all lovers will speak the language of amor,
they will hold hands and kiss in the moonlight,
El diablo and his demons wiil leave the village
because el verdadero amor conquers all...
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