Hui La Liem

Look how the old lady bursts into applause
When she sees her drunk son parading by
With two civil guards and a local cop
The mayor representing

Look at the beast as it walks downhill, mistreated
A clear reflection of a stagnant state
We’ve bumped into the church
Anti-party in prime time

A party that stinks like the dough that feeds it
Mass and procession, reggaeton, reprimand
Look how agony parades under the canopy
The little dark-skinned boy rises and August dies

Sexist parties, private, imposed
Capitalist, fascist, Castilian
A party of "bull" and orchestra
A party that doesn’t represent us

And in the upper square, nothing had changed
We’ve inherited the rotten story of a past time
And in the upper square, nothing had changed
We’ve inherited the rotten story of a past time

Today we make a scene
We parade
We reclaim the boat
Today we celebrate against the current

Here comes the good one, the band plays
Mixed line, muixeranga that gives chills
In front of the figurehead
We bring a head and a squad of giants

The boat is ours, no one sinks it
We bring the fire from the bonfire
And the vibe for the dance. Listen
The demons have returned, anti-party time

A party that stinks like the dough that feeds it
Queen, tradition, pasodoble, comb
The granddaughter harassed at the fair
Too many loudmouths, little condemnation

Sexist parties, private, imposed
Capitalist, fascist, Castilian
A party of "bull" and orchestra
A party that doesn’t represent us

But in the lower square, everything was changing
We shared the party, a treasure to reclaim
Here, in the lower square, now everything has changed
We will defend this party, the treasure we’ve reclaimed

Today we make a scene
We parade
We reclaim the boat
Today we celebrate against the current