The Rich of Bizkaia
The rich of Bizkaia
are moneylenders,
pig merchants and
chorizo sellers.
They fill the shops
in Bilbao's seven streets,
never giving
a free step,
because they are obsessed
with money.
The man from Arratia
often goes to Bilbao
on the Lemoa tram
and always on time
among them he brings
a cheerful mood
with a new suit
I will dress today
the old rascal
will wear a tie.
Seeing him
all the shopkeepers
stop the old ones
and run the young ones
they want to sell him
busted mules
the stars of the night
and the sun
to deceive someone
what a mess.
In summer, Artekale,
then Tenderia,
there we saw
a thousand jokes.
The grocer's smiles
who has the remedy!
On the man
they have fallen there,
they have taken off his coat,
oh, what a spectacle!
Like a fox
he has escaped
with just one sleeve
he could live.
In this world
there is no justice at all
in the seven streets he wants
to buy a suit
and the shoes
must be left there.
The Basque farmers
have poverty,
but much greater
is the greatness of many.
From Madrid came
the English Court,
if they entered there
the Basque would be lost,
an easy way
to spend money.
Don't go in there,
Basque dear,
if you have it open
your wallet,
you will lose it and
the second sleeve
yes and, by the way,
your wrist.
What a conclusion
for a Basque!