The rooster and his song

The rooster crows in the morning saying that the day is about to begin, the rooster crows saying that the sun is going to set, he sings his last tune that reaches the moon and you have to sleep.

What a beautiful song, What beautiful fur, What beautiful feathers the rooster feels manly every morning, brave and manly, he is the warrior of his herd.

Bold rooster that crows, bold rooster that warns when something happens, Where will the children play where fear arrives, where the patio sings, where nature shelters him waiting for him to sing to go to bed at night and during the day.