Little snail, little snail,
Show me where your mother is
and where your father is;
if you do not want to,
I'll eat you
with malanga leaves
and oil.
Little snail, little snail,
tell me where your brothers are
and where your family is hiding;
if you do not want to,
I'll eat you
in vegetable sauce
and with picante.
Little snail, little snail,
I'll make you a stew
with oil, picante and salt.