This is the cumbia of the wedding!
Miss Capullo, you accept Mr. Sorullo as your husband!
she, oh yes I accept!
Mr. Sorullo, do you accept Miss Capullo as your wife? />Warm as butter
I can give my faith
and my testimony
that what I say is not
no lie
From the marriage
nine were born children
eight came out
blonde
no one saw it to me
no one told me
that the ninth turned out
to be very black
The husband put up with it for many years but in the long run the silence hurt him he decided to confess to his wife if he did it and now >You are going to see.
Hey buddy
I love everyone the same
they are all little angels
and I carry them here in my soul
but let's talk about the little black one
without losing your cool
He, tell me, asshole, the little black guy is my son!
And she answered him
and she answered him
hey, the little black guy is your only one
hey sorullo, the black guy is the only one of yours.
he, how is it going to be!
hey asshole I love everyone the same
And where the bomb exploded
the marriage ended
she left with the 8
and Bel with the black cargo.