[Title Translation:
"Fierabras' balm"]
When you feel your head throbbing more than your heart does
And your legs don't receive stimuli nor information
If your back can't endure the weight of
Your shoulders when you walk
I know of a remedy
That a moor gave to me
It takes your boredom away
And, sometimes, pain too
OK! It's cool!
Take it, it's natural medicine
OK! It's cool!
Against bad mood: Fierabras' balm
In the night of time his creation is lost
Land gives it, rain satiates it, and the sun dries it
In the Far East, it is tradition
And here, fools call it corruption
It is a remedy
That a moor gave to mе
It takes your boredom away
And, sometimеs, pain too
OK! It's cool!
Take it, it's natural medicine
OK! It's cool!
Against bad mood...
I know of a remedy
That a moor gave to me
It takes your boredom away
And, sometimes, pain too
OK! It's cool!
Take it, it's natural medicine
OK! It's cool!
Against bad mood, balm, balm, balm
OK! It's cool!
Take it, it's natural medicine
OK! It's cool!
Against bad mood: Fierabras' balm
Fierabras' balm