The sun is scorching, the summer is hot,
Out in the field the pigs' flock.
Vigan is being pushed up the stairs,
They've never had it better.
But there is only a cloud,
A big thunderstorm is approaching,
Thunder in the sky, rain and ice,
As if poured from a basin.
The herd of pigs was terrified,
He gallops home in broad daylight.
They are all terrified,
The new clothes are still getting wet.
There is squealing, there is screaming,
Oh, the cold is terrible,
As they pass through the village,
The elders are getting old:
... "If I had known that,
I've brought you a spoonful!"
The pigs are getting on my nerves!
"Me too, me too, me too, me too!"
They burst into the gate,
Whoever stands in your way,
You don't even have time to thank them,
Like nothing, you'll be knocked over!
