El Albañil
Dueto Las Palomas
The Mason
The lime in stone has arrived
And here they have me now
Don't think I'm just anyone
Nor am I a bad person
They say I'm a swallow
But my wallet doesn't cry
I'm a mason, it's very true
But I am a partygoer
I don't cry over the dead
Nor does the bartender yell at me
When I offer a drink
It's because I have money
My pants have bibs
My jacket is denim
And don't start a fight with me
Because I'm also tough
I like to drink properly
With all my buddies
I don't sigh for love
Nor do I lose color in my face
I'm like the gray rooster
That crows wherever it stands
The money I throw
I earn with my trowel
Women chase me
But that's not my thing
And if they ask me for money
I give it to them with joy
So they never forget
A generous man one day
Here the lantern went out
Gentlemen, until tomorrow
This mason bids farewell
He's off to earn more wool
To spend at the barrel
The six days of the week
