Fiesta

Glory to God in the highest, they cleaned up the trash
From my street yesterday in the dark and today lit up with lights
And they hung from a line, from corner to corner, a sign
And paper flags, green, red, and yellow

And as the sun turns its back, the skirts flutter
Under a canopy of garlands so the sky won't see
On the night of San Juan, how they share their bread
Their woman and her man, folks with a hundred thousand bucks

Hurry up, I'm waiting here if you want to come
'Cause night is falling and our troubles are going to sleep
Let's climb up the hill
'Cause up on my street, it's dressed for a party!

Today the noble and the peasant, the big shot and the worm
Dance and shake hands without caring about their looks
Together they find the sun in the shadow of a lamp
Soaked in booze, hugging a girl

And with a hangover on his back, the poor man returns to his poverty
The rich man goes back to his riches and the priest to his masses
Good and evil woke up, the poor fox at the door
The rich fox at the rosebush; and the miser to his cash

It's over, the sun tells us the end has come
For one night we forgot that each one is their own
Let's head down the hill
'Cause up on my street, the party's over.