El Suelo

El suelo, you swallowed my father's father
El suelo, you swallowed even his mother,
El suelo, why are you hungry?
El suelo, tell me your wish.
You who eats everything that walks;
El suelo, the insatiable god.
Eat me not, El suelo, and my children
For our flesh tastes like bile (El suelo)
And our blood smells like urine.
If you hear me not (El suelo),
I will go to Jesus,
For I heard (El suelo)
He constipated you
For three days
Till you spat Him out.