Por culpa del diablo
Que pasará
no escuchó cantar
ni los grillos al atardecer.
Callados los bagualeros
tal vez queriendo, tal vez sin querer.
Ni el viento salamanquero
sopló para no dejarse ver.
Sin carnaval
seguro han de ver
calaveras llorando de amor.
La pena de andar solitos
ahogando el grito en algun rincón.
Sin lunas que los apañen
ni fuego ardiendo en el socavón.
Que macana con el carnaval
no quiere ni oir su opinión.
Mandinga robó la albahaca
y a cambio quiere entregarle una flor.
Por culpa del mismo diablo
sin carnaval he quedado yo.
No encontrarás
un alma sin paz
donde pueda su cola meter.
Desangra su poderío
no encuentra vino para ofrecer.
La noche le hace la contra
apuradita para amanecer.
El carnaval
no va a perdonar
al que vino a robarle su amor.
Secretos de algún febrero
me han confesado que fue por error.
Que el diablo anda arrepentido
y de rodillas pidiendo perdón.
Because of the devil
What will happen
he didn't hear singing
nor the crickets at dusk.
Silent bagualeros
maybe wanting, maybe not wanting.
Not even the salamanquero wind
blew to avoid being seen.
Without carnival
they will surely see
calaveras crying for love.
The pain of walking alone
drowning the scream in some corner.
Without moons to comfort them
nor fire burning in the tunnel.
What a mess with the carnival
he doesn't even want to hear its opinion.
Mandinga stole the basil
and in return wants to give him a flower.
Because of the devil himself
I have been left without carnival.
You won't find
a soul without peace
where he can stick his tail.
He bleeds his power
he can't find wine to offer.
The night goes against him
in a hurry to dawn.
The carnival
will not forgive
those who came to steal its love.
Secrets of some February
have confessed to me that it was a mistake.
That the devil is repentant
and on his knees asking for forgiveness.
Escrita por: Ruben Eizhaguirre