Hoy estoy peor que ayer

In the middle of this curious city, there's a candombe in the bonfire.
You can see the bodies shining from afar with this murga band.
Let no one come to try to take away this sad joy.
Where people start to dance, where people forget

CHORUS:
Because today I'm worse than yesterday
But better than tomorrow, let's shout until there's no desire left.

The murga is heard playing with strength and hitting the drumhead.
There's a drum constantly beating to the rhythm of the carnival.
The night is coming to an end and we're all tired.
Let no one come to try to take away
This popular party

CHORUS:
Because today...