Bolita Roja

Little red ball, beautiful ball,
don't play, on the edge now,
you might fall,on the pink bottom
and not come out, for a few hours.

Bolita roja,
bolita hermosa,
dentro de la taza,
saltas ahora,
te ves pequeña,
un poco odiosa,
ojalá no caiga café,
sobre tu cuerpo,
de coloración graciosa.

Little red ball, beautiful ball,
inside the cup, you jump now,
you look small, a little hateful,
I hope I don't spill coffee, on your body, with a funny coloring.

Pero llegan las seis,
el café empieza a caer,
la cubre de cabeza a pies,
solo los ojos se ven.
Intenta nadar,
hasta que un salto da
y de ahí,
nadie sabe más,
la bolita roja,
ya no está,
en este lugar.

But six o'clock comes, the coffee begins to drip, it covers her from head to toe, only her eyes are visible.
She tries to swim, until she takes a leap and from there, no one knows any more, the little red ball, is no longer there, in this place.

Créditos
Stopmotion y cuento original de
Margarita Palomino