Callejón de Un Solo Caño

To the sweet strumming of the vihuelas
Today it trembles like in the old days
The old alley of a single pipe
With the clattering of castanets

And the guitars continue with their trills
Keeping all the neighbors awake
And the guitars continue with their trills
Keeping all the neighbors awake

Joyful tapping makes room sixteen creak
To the manly voice, of a good singer who with flavor
In full revelry asks for a cajón before dawn
And the tasty marinera begins