Mil excusas - Dikers

Salta, grita, sal de tus

Casillas.

Corta, rasga

Suelta toda tu energía.

Y es

Que hoy ya son las fiestas

Del patrón.

Una excusa nunca

Viene mal.

Aunque luego cabe

Preguntar que es lo que

Tenemos que celebrar, si todo es religioso o militar

Los alardes y las

Tamborradas, el Pilar y todas

Sus grandes hazañas, nuestro

Culto en romerías de placer

Nacimiento y la marimorena

Los copazos y la suculenta

Cena.

Ha nacido en mí un

Instinto rompedor.

Una excusa

Nunca viene mal, aunque luego

Cabe preguntar que es lo que

Tenemos que celebrar si todo es religioso o militar

Monta fiestas sin un motivo y

Que tu coco siempre se

Muestre activo.

No les dejes

Que te impongan su color.

Mil

Excusas no nos vienen mal

Así que nada hay que objetar

Pero es mejor celebrar lo que

No es religioso o militar

Jump, scream, get out of your

boxes.

cut, tear

Release all your energy.

And it is

That today are the holidays

Of the pattern.

an excuse never

It comes bad.

Although later it fits

Ask what is what

We have to celebrate, if everything is religious or military

The boasts and

Tamborradas, the Pilar and all

His great deeds, our

Worship in pilgrimages of pleasure

Nativity and the marimorena

The drinks and the succulent

Dinner.

Has been born in me a

Groundbreaking instinct.

An excuse

It never hurts, although later

One may ask what is

We have to celebrate if everything is religious or military

Throw parties without a reason and

May your coconut always be

Show active.

don't let them

Let them impose their color on you.

One thousand

Excuses do not hurt us

So there is nothing to object

But it's better to celebrate what

Not religious or military