Abrebrecha

If the ribs rest
While the stick goes back and forth
And that from any splinter
The wedge can be removed
Come on, my people don't sulk

He who has been a sailor
When he sees the sea, he sighs
And he who lives in the dark
Is dazzled by much light

Clear the way, companion
As the wind of water blows
And we must scare away the dog
Before it pees
Clear the way, companion
As the wind of water blows
And we must scare away the dog
Before it pees

The people who are proverbial
Sing with their own prayer
Although a rosary of sorrows
Hangs in their chest
And we must sharpen the aim
That is, the accuracy
Because even if it says obscenities
The people have the right

And don't get mad at me
But it's the plain truth
That there is no worse curse
Than this same society
That the biggest rudeness
This society says

Clear the way, companion
As the wind of water blows
And we must scare away the dog
Before it pees
Clear the way, companion
As the wind of water blows
And we must scare away the dog
Before it pees

The people who are proverbial
Sing with their own prayer
Although a rosary of sorrows
Hangs in their chest
And we must sharpen the aim
That is, the accuracy
Because even if it says obscenities
The people have the right

And don't get mad at me
But it's the plain truth
That there is no worse curse
Than this same society
That the biggest rudeness
This society says

Clear the way, companion
As the wind of water blows
And we must scare away the dog
Before it pees
Clear the way, companion
As the wind of water blows
And we must scare away the dog
Before it pees

This People!
Who set up and leave the Culequera!
Old Hen This People!
Who set up and leave the Culequera!