El canto del gallo

The hustle and bustle of fair days
Could be heard a kilometer away from the town
And a strange accent in the speech
Of those he met along the way

A chorus of girls and an old woman
Lifting their skirts to dance
And a young man with dangerous jokes
Showing off local pride

Of those who give money at night
So that their song never ends
So that the wandering musician sweats
His condition as a vagabond

It's already aperitif time
And the carousel still doesn't work
The musician sought the shady sidewalk
And the window where the scent of flowers lingered

Take this white rose, miss
In exchange for your dark thoughts
Why did your lips tremble?
He saw the depths of a volcano in your eyes

And meanwhile, blood flowed
In the square, like a common wine
And the roosters' feathers
Still flew through the air

Get out of the way, stranger
There are no more ladies in the bar
He sang like the rooster out of passion
But this is my song
And the dance is about to begin

The wandering musician clutched his glass
And felt like he was floating in the artificial light
He downed the drink in the early morning
A drunkard imitated the rooster's crow

He slipped down an alley
Before dawn broke
And as he passed by the barred window
He began to whistle softly

But no one recognized the tune
Which was invented for the occasion
And he went down the road to contemplate
The struggles of the last shadows

And as he walked, he thought that winning
Is always tempting fate's other side
And that's why your bones ache
When you hit hard

And so he clicked his teeth
In memory of some actor
Whose name has been lost
Who played the bandit
And he felt the joy of forgetting
And as he walked, he discovered the wonder
Of the sound of his own steps
On the gravel