El niño costalero

It's the story of a little porter boy
who slept one night in this square
to the lullaby of the 'rajeo' on the ground
of forty-something pairs of espadrilles.

At the voice of my brave porters,
in the steps of my grandfather, I woke up,
I was a kid and heard: 'With her to heaven!'
and my hairs turned into scales,
in the place of my grandfather, my father carried her,
gritting his teeth, with a warm shoulder,
the foreman called him.

Come on, brave ones, let's go with her to heaven for real!

And the music started playing, 'To this one!'
they carried her to the door on their shoulders, 'I want her on her feet!'
you could hear the foreman's voice, 'Less steps!'
amidst the cheers and clapping, 'To heaven with her!'
someone says: 'I can't take it anymore' 'Come on, brave ones!'
while the water jug guy cries, 'Come with her to
heaven for real!'
The foreman repeats, 'Let's put her to sleep!'
and they rock her to make her cry
and the brave ones dry their sweat on their sleeves
and the band returns, with their 'dormío' tune, back to the square.

The little porter boy grew up,
and the candles returned to the square,
because the father also grew old,
and they looked for porters to carry her.

I listened to the wood hits,
that the foreman hit when he called,
at the voice of my brave porters,
I remembered my father and my grandfather,
I was the porter boy who slept in this square
and that's why I carry her, shoulder to shoulder with you, get in because they're calling us.

Let's get ready, I'm going to call... to this one!

And the music started playing, 'Those good porters!'
they carried her to the door on their shoulders, 'Take her to her son!'
you could hear the foreman's voice, 'Left forward, right back!'
amidst the cheers and clapping, 'I have the best porters!'
someone says: 'I can't take it anymore' 'Let's give it our all in this chicota!'
while the water jug guy cries, 'Come with her to
heaven for real!'
The foreman repeats, 'Let's rock her!'
and they rock her to make her cry
and the brave ones dry their sweat on their sleeves
amid cheers and clapping, through a narrow street, the band is already fading away.