Glory to God in the highest
They collected the garbage
From my street, yesterday in darkness
And today strewn with light bulbs
And they hung it from a string
From corner to corner a sign
And paper flags
Green, red and yellow
And when the sun turns on their backs
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 wife and his coat
People of a hundred thousand kinds
Hurry up
I'll wait for you there if you want to come
Well, night falls and they're leaving
Our miseries go to sleep
We're going up the hill
Upstairs my street was dressed as a party
Today the nobleman and the villain
The great man and the worm
They dance and hold hands
Without caring about their appearance
br/>Together the Sun finds them
In the shadow of a lantern
Soaked in alcohol
Magrifying a girl
And with a hangover on their backs
The poor man returns to his poverty
The rich man returns to his wealth
And the Lord heals his masses
Good and evil woke up
The poor fox at the portal
The rich bitch to the rose bush
And the miser to the currency
It's over,
The Sun tells us that the end has arrived
For one night I forgot
That each one is each one
We are going down the hill
That up on my street
The party is over

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