¡Salud, país!

Here they come, La Ronda and a hundred tourists.
The party starts off well, one more year!
Come on, woman, bring out a sack of pastries,
ham and bread, and for the rondadors
a jug of champagne.
Or some old wine, for the tourists,
who appreciate local products.
Grandma, what, a little bit or a jug?
Girl, tighten your corset, let's get started!
And you, lad, what happened to the basil?
It must have withered!... He smoked it!

Cheers to those who open the door for us!
The round is yours, truly yours.
Cheers to those who pass the trays,
those who sing, those who dance,
those who listen without more!
Cheers to those who sprinkle basil on us!
Cheers to those who eat non-stop!
Cheers, country, we are still here,
older, indeed, but still here!
If you hear that La Ronda is over,
tell them yes... how silly!

I will keep coming around, brunette!
Oh, little brunette, you have many rounds ahead!
I will keep coming around, brunette!...