Fiesta (El gusto es nuestro)

Glory to God in the highest,
they picked up the trash
from my street yesterday in the dark
and today it's filled with light bulbs.

And they put up a sign
with the picture of the three
and flags made of paper
green, red, and yellow.

And as the sun turns its back on them
skirts flutter
under a canopy of garlands
so the sky won't see.

On the night of San Juan
they share their bread,
his wife and her lover
people from all walks of life.

Hurry up
I'll be waiting for you there if you want to come
because night falls and our sorrows
go to sleep.

We're going up the hill
up my street
is dressed up for a party.

Today the noble and the villain
the important man and the worm
dance and shake hands
without caring about appearances.

Together they are found by the sun
in the shadow of a streetlight
soaked in alcohol
groping a girl.

And with a hangover on their backs
the poor return to their poverty,
the rich return to their wealth
and the priest returns to his masses.

Good and evil woke up
the poor fox at the gate,
the rich fox at the rosebush
and the miser at his money.

It's over,
the sun tells us it's the end
for one night we forgot
that each one is who they are.

Let's go down the hill
because up on my street
the party is over.