Cholos y Cholitas

The carnival parties have arrived
Enough of sadness, curing the evils
Cholos and cholitas are very happy
Declared war, declared war
On suffering

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the drum sounds
Tap, tap, tap, tap, the snare drum sounds
Eeew, eeew, eeew, eeew, the violin sounds
Let's sing, everyone dance
Until we faint

A child is lost in the crowd
He has the habit of biting his nails
They will know him for his fine manners
Shorts, shorts
Long underwear