Paquito Chocolatero

The streets of the whole town
Are dressed everywhere
With the air of the party
To the sound of the bagpipes

As the parade passes by
Carrying their banners
The Moors and the Christians
Prepare their positions

In the middle of the square
The Christian stronghold is already firm
In the middle of the square
Where the Moor is lurking
To fight the battle
To fight the battle

The muskets are already thundering
And the scimitars shine
The muskets are already thundering
And in the heat of the fight
The people burst into a clamor
For the heat of the party
Moorish and Christian, Moorish and Christian

And in the heat of the fight
The people burst into a clamor
For the heat of the party
Moorish and Christian, Moorish and Christian