Txarango Al Canet Rock (part. La Fúmiga)

The sun is rising, Txarango at Canet Rock
We sing and cry, friends laugh at everything
The sun is rising, Txarango at Canet Rock
I take the last sip and think how lucky

And how lucky, to be at the parties we've been
Since we were kids staying out late
Sleeping in a doorway, waking up hungover
I'll remember them acting wild

Walking the night in Vilassar area
N-80 I don't know where to get off
If I stop in Caldetes or Arenys del Mal
I end up in a square in Premià

Welcome down, come down
Good land and good people
You'll always have at my house
A hammock on the terrace
In the land of street musicians
That's how they raised us and that's how we are
For us it's urgent
A Festivern with the Tyets

The sun is rising, Txarango at Canet Rock
We sing and cry, friends laugh at everything
The sun is rising, Txarango at Canet Rock
I take the last sip and think how lucky

And how lucky to have returned safe and sound
To have found a place
On the N-80 and without change

To have met people
Inside the party in a moment
To have shared sangria
So I don't feel bad

Passing by the paki before catching the train
And we'll run, so we don't miss it
We have to go to La Mercè

You call Cornet, tell him to come with Roca
Tell him to hurry up, Coca is also coming
To guide us on the metro, I'm a newbie
I'm Capgròs and I don't mess with that

The sun is rising, Txarango at Canet Rock
We sing and cry, friends laugh at everything
The sun is rising, Txarango at Canet Rock
I take the last sip and think how lucky