Fiesta

Glory to God in the highest
They collected the garbage
From my street, yesterday in the dark
And today planted with light bulbs

And they hung from a rope
From corner to corner a sign
And paper flags
Green, red and yellow

And when the Sun turns its back on them
The skirts flutter
Under a blanket of garlands
So that the sky does not see

On the night of San Juan
How they share their bread
His wife and his coat
People of a hundred thousand races

Hurry up
I'll be waiting for you there if you want to come
Then night falls and they leave
Our miseries to sleep

We are going up the hill
That up my street
He dressed up for the party

Today the noble and the villain
The great man and the worm
They dance and hold hands
Without caring about the appearance

Together, the Sun finds them
In the shadow of a lantern
Soaked in alcohol
Groping a girl

And with the hangover on my back
The poor return to their poverty
The rich man returns to his wealth
And the priest attends his masses

Good and evil woke up
The poor fox at the portal
The rich fox at the rosebush
And the miser to the currencies

It's over
The Sun tells us that the end has come
For one night he forgot
That each one is each one

We are going down the hill
That up on my street
The party is over