El Albañil

The lime in stone has arrived, and here you have me now
Don't think I'm just anyone, nor am I a bad person
They say I'm a swallow, but my wallet doesn't cry.

I'm a mason, it's very true, but I'm also a partygoer
I don't cry over the dead, nor does the bartender yell at me
When I offer a drink, it's because I have money.

My pants have bibs, my jacket is denim
And don't start a fight with me, because I'm also tough
I like to drink properly, with all my buddies.

Guitar solo
I don't sigh for love, nor do I lose color in my face
I'm like the red rooster, that crows wherever it stands
The money I throw, I earn with my trowel.

Women chase me, but that's not my thing
And if they ask me for money, I give it to them with joy
So they never forget, a mason one day.

Here the lantern goes out, gentlemen until tomorrow
This mason says goodbye, he's off to earn more money
To spend it, on the barrel, the six days of the week.