Fantasmas de Carnaval

(to the neighborhood of Malvin, Montevideo)

When the last drum sounds
And everyone has gone to sleep
Carnival ghosts

When everything seems to die
And February has already left
there we go out to drum

This is not tango for 'sport',
This is done only for love,
Shirts to sweat.

Resonance and reverberation
Are the pulse of our heartbeat
Carnival ghosts

And the return will always come back
From the origin to the original

When the drum no longer sounds
And the drumming has already left

There we go out to drum

We don't believe in reincarnation
but in reincarnival
And we're going to show it

And the return of the living dead from one more murga
That takes the years away from this great ritual
And the return of the living dead from one more murga
That takes the years away from another carnival

Only a child seems to hear
The rumor of a distant song
And he alone will see them pass
The ghosts are going to rehearse...

Na, na, na, nananananaana
Carnival ghosts...

Eiara ero eiara ero...