Qué alegres son las obreras

The day I die,
like the stars,
the joy will end,
how joyful the workers are,
let's dance with them.

In mourning will be the pomp,
like the stars,
the shops will be closed,
how joyful the workers are,
let's dance with them.

Like the stars,
beautiful and bright,
how joyful the workers are,
let's dance with them.

Sing, gentlemen singers,
like the stars,
what are you waiting for?
how joyful the workers are,
let's dance with them.

If I’m just a facade,
like the stars,
a shadow is walking around,
how joyful the workers are,
let's dance with them.

If I knew that singing,
like the stars,
would bring some relief,
how joyful the workers are,
let's dance with them.

From night till morning,
like the stars,
if I could wake up singing,
how joyful the workers are,
let's dance with them.