Fiesta ver.2

Glory to God in the heights,
they picked up the trash
from my street yesterday in the dark
and today it's filled with light bulbs.

And they hung from a string
from corner to corner a sign
and paper flags
purple, red, and yellow.

And when the sun turns its back on them
skirts flutter
under a mantle of garlands
so the sky can see it.

On the night of San Juan
how they share their bread,
their woman and their lover
people of a hundred different kinds.

Hurry up
I'll be waiting for you there if you want to come
because night falls and our sorrows
go to sleep.

Let's go up the hill
because up there my street
dressed up for a party.

Today the noble and the villain
the important man and the worm
dance and shake hands
without caring about appearances.

Together they are found by the sun
in the shadow of a streetlight
soaked in alcohol
groping a girl.

And with a hangover on their backs
the poor return to their poverty,
the rich return to their wealth
and the priest returns to his masses.

Good and evil woke up
the poor fox at the gate,
the rich fox at the rosebush
and the miser at his money.

It's over,
the sun tells us it's the end
for one night they forgot
that each one is who they are.

Let's go down the hill
because up in my street
the party is over.