Fiesta - Reincidentes

Gloria a Dios en las alturas

Recogieron las basuras

De mi calle, ayer a oscuras

Y hoy sembrada de bombillas

Y colgaron de un cordel

De esquina a esquina un cartel

Y banderas de papel

Verdes, rojas y amarillas

Y al darles el sol la espalda

Revolotean las faldas

Bajo un manto de guirnaldas

Para que el cielo no vea

En la noche de San Juan

Cómo comparten su pan

Su tortilla y su gabán

Gentes de cien mil raleas

Apurad

Que allí os espero si queréis venir

Pues cae la noche y ya se van

Nuestras miserias a dormir

Vamos subiendo la cuesta

Que arriba mi calle

Se vistió de fiesta

Hoy el noble y el villano

El prohombre y el gusano

Bailan y se dan la mano

Sin importarles la facha

Juntos los encuentra el sol

A la sombra de un farol

Empapados en alcohol

Abrazando a una muchacha

Y con la resaca a cuestas

Vuelve el pobre a su pobreza

Vuelve el rico a su riqueza

Y el señor cura a sus misas

Se despertó el bien y el mal

La pobre vuelve al portal

La rica vuelve al rosal

Y el avaro a las divisas

Se acabó

El sol nos dice que llegó el final

Por una noche se olvidó

Que cada uno es cada cual

Vamos bajando la cuesta

Que arriba en mi calle

Se acabó la fiesta

Glory to God in the highest

They picked up the rubbish

From my street, yesterday in the dark

And today planted with light bulbs

And hung from a string

From corner to corner a poster

and paper flags

Green, red and yellow

And when the sun turns its back on them

The skirts flutter

Under a blanket of garlands

So that the sky does not see

On the night of San Juan

How they share their bread

His tortilla and his overcoat

People of a hundred thousand races

hurry up

I'll wait for you there if you want to come

Well, night falls and they already leave

our miseries to sleep

We're going up the hill

that up my street

She dressed up for a party

Today the noble and the villain

The great man and the worm

They dance and shake hands

Regardless of the facade

Together the sun finds them

In the shadow of a lantern

soaked in alcohol

hugging a girl

And with the hangover in tow

The poor return to their poverty

Return the rich to his wealth

And the Lord cures his masses

Good and evil awoke

The poor thing returns to the portal

The rich woman returns to the rosebush

And the miser to currencies

It's over

The sun tells us that the end has come

For one night he forgot

That each one is each

We're going down the hill

that up on my street

the party is over