Fiesta

Glory to God in the highest
They picked up the trash
From my street, yesterday in the dark
And today planted with light bulbs

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

And when the Sun turns its back
The skirts flutter
Under a mantle of garlands
So the sky doesn't see

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

Hurry up
I'll be waiting for you there if you want to come
Because night falls and our miseries
Go to sleep

Let's go up the hill
Because up my street
Dressed up for a party

Today the noble and the villain
The prominent man and the worm
Dance and shake hands
Without caring about appearances

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

And with the hangover on their backs
The poor return to their poverty
The rich return to their wealth
And the priest to his masses

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

It's over
The Sun tells us the end has come
For one night, it was forgotten
That each one is who they are

Let's go down the hill
Because up in my street
The party is over