Someone alert the villagers
El diablo and his demons are coming,
they are on the loose spreading lies
pitting all the lovers against each other...

Someone call the curandero
to pitch fire under his cauldron,
and to pick the mystical peyote
to mix the elixer of ancient knowledge...

Tell him to consult los espiritus
to call upon los ancianos,
to seek their wisdom and guidance
on how to run El diablo out of town...

The lovers are experiencing self-doubt
believing what the demons are saying,
we will meet down at the ancient well
where the honeybee and butterfly labor furiously...

we will all sing to the stars
and pray for much lluvia,
to wash our lovers town clean
and to start a new moon...

Then our lovers will once again speak amor
they will hold hands under the new moon,
El diablo and his demons have left our village
because el verdadero amor conquers all...