Joan Manuel Serrat — Fiesta song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fiesta" by Joan Manuel Serrat.

Lyrics

Gloria a Dios en las alturas
Recogieron las basuras
De mi calle, ayer a oscuras
Y hoy sembrada de bombillas
Y colgaron de un cordel
De esquina a esquina un cartel
Y banderas de papel
Verdes, rojas y amarillas
Y al darles el sol la espalda
Revolotean las faldas
Bajo un manto de guirnaldas
Para que el cielo no vea
En la noche de San Juan
CÃ³mo comparten su pan
Su mujer y su gabÃ¡n
Gentes de cien mil raleas
Apurad
Que allÃ os espero si querÃ(c)is venir
Pues cae la noche y ya se van
Nuestras miserias a dormir
Vamos subiendo la cuesta
Que arriba mi calle se vistiÃ³ de fiesta
Hoy el noble y el villano
El prohombre y el gusano
Bailan y se dan la mano
Sin importarles la facha
Juntos los encuentra el Sol
A la sombra de un farol
Empapados en alcohol
Magreando a una muchacha
Y con la resaca a cuestas
Vuelve el pobre a su pobreza
Vuelve el rico a su riqueza
Y el seÃ±or cura a sus misas
Se despertÃ³ el bien y el mal
La zorra pobre al portal
La zorra rica al rosal
Y el avaro a las divisas
Se acabÃ³,
El Sol nos dice que llegÃ³ el final
Por una noche se olvidÃ³
Que cada uno es cada cual
Vamos bajando la cuesta
Que arriba en mi calle
Se acabÃ³ la fiesta

Lyrics translation

Glory to God on high
They picked up the garbage
From my street, yesterday in the dark
And today planted with light bulbs
And they hung on a string
Corner to corner a poster
And paper flags
Green, red and yellow
And by giving the sun their back
Fluttering skirts
Under a cloak of garlands
So that Heaven Can't see
On the night of St. John
How they share their bread
His wife and his gabion
People of a hundred thousand raleas
Hurry
That's where I wait if I want (c)is to come
Well, Night Falls and they're gone.
Our miseries to sleep
We're going up the hill
That up my street was partying
Today the noble and the villain
The prohombre and the worm
They dance and shake hands
No matter the face
Together the Sun finds them
In the shadow of a bluff
Soaked in alcohol
Skinny girl
And with the hangover on its back
The poor return to their poverty
Return the rich to his wealth
And the Lord heals his masses
Good and evil awoke
The poor bitch to the portal
The rich bitch at the Rose Garden
And the miser to the currencies
It's over.,
The Sun tells us that the end has come
For one night he forgot
That each is each
We're going down the hill
That up in my street
The party's over.