Trapu zaharrak

During the day, gathering old rags
Dancing wildly at night
Always in a good mood
We're having a blast,
And early in the morning
Out in the streets
Those who are still in a deep sleep
Are waking up.

Old rags, old rags!

Bring them out, bring them out, to sell the rags
I buy them
In a good way
Dirty rags in the corner, barking dogs in the alley
And old ladies with handkerchiefs

I buy the rags
Old worn-out rags
Red old skirts and
Tattered aprons.
I dance with a limp
To the sound of drums
Always ready to dance.

Someone who has a rusty pot
Or an old sieve
If anyone wants to sell
In a free handkerchief
Ramon Batista
Buys them.