A lesson about soba is learned. A lightning god refuses to strike a mulberry tree.  The souls of the dead rip off a man's ears.
Okay, from now on we won't make lightning 
fall where there are mulberry trees.
A partir de ahora, no haremos 
caer rayos sobre las moreras.
A partir de ahora, no haremos 
caer rayos sobre las moreras.
Certo, agora não vamos mais jogar 
raios onde tiver amoreiras.