Por culpa del diablo

What will happen
he didn't hear singing
nor the crickets at dusk.
Silent bagualeros
maybe wanting, maybe not wanting.
Not even the salamanquero wind
blew to avoid being seen.

Without carnival
they will surely see
calaveras crying for love.
The pain of walking alone
drowning the scream in some corner.
Without moons to comfort them
nor fire burning in the tunnel.

What a mess with the carnival
he doesn't even want to hear its opinion.
Mandinga stole the basil
and in return wants to give him a flower.
Because of the devil himself
I have been left without carnival.

You won't find
a soul without peace
where he can stick his tail.
He bleeds his power
he can't find wine to offer.
The night goes against him
in a hurry to dawn.

The carnival
will not forgive
those who came to steal its love.
Secrets of some February
have confessed to me that it was a mistake.
That the devil is repentant
and on his knees asking for forgiveness.