Fiesta

Glory to God in the heights they collected the garbage
From my street yesterday in the dark, today planted with light bulbs
They hung from a string, from corner to corner a sign
And paper flags green, red, and yellow

As the sun turns its back on them, skirts flutter
Under a mantle of garlands, so the sky doesn't see
In the arrabal night, how they share their bread
His woman and his coat, people of a hundred thousand kinds

Hurry up, I'm waiting for you here if you want to come
For one night our miseries go to sleep

Let's go, climbing the hill
Because up there my street dressed up, for a party!

The masked one, the villain, the revolutionary
Dance and shake hands, regardless of appearance
The sun finds them together, in the shadow of a lamppost
Soaked in alcohol, facing a girl

And with the hangover on their backs, the poor return to their poverty
The rich to their wealth, Montaldo returns to his masses
Good and evil wake up, the poor return to the gate
The rich return to the rosebush and the miser to the currencies

It's over, the sun tells us that the end has come
For one night, we forgot that each one is who they are

Let's go, going down the hill
Because up in my street, the party is over!