Bizkaiko
Rich people from Bizkaia
are money lovers,
pig merchants
and chorizo sellers.
They fill the shops
in Bilbao's seven streets,
never giving
a step for free,
they stumble
on the side of money.
The man from Arratia
often goes to Bilbao
on the Lemoa tram
and always on time
among them he has
a cheerful mood
with a new suit
I will be dressed today
the old rascal
will wear a tie.
Seeing him
all the shopkeepers
the old ones stop
and the young ones run
they want to sell him
busted mules
the stars of the night
and the sun
no one to deceive
what a mess.
Summer, Artekale,
then Tenderia,
there we saw
a thousand jokes.
The grocer's smiles
who has the remedy!
On the man's back
they fell there,
they took off his pants,
oh, what a disgrace!
Like a thief
he escaped
with just one hand
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
Basque boldness,
spending money
an easy way.
Don't go in there,
Basque darling,
if you have it open
your door there,
you will lose and
the second hand
yes, and, in a way,
your hand.
For a Basque
what a mess!