Carrer de L'amargura
Deixa Valencia a Juliol puta vida
Ultim exàmen, primer raig de Sol
Porta les mans arrapaes de fer extres
Tot el dolor de la vinya al renyons
Creua la pista de Silla a migdia
Sona l'herència, li cau la suor
Mira l'arròs, la ribera que brilla
Tira per dins: Alacant interior
Ix d'Alacant cara amunt la Mariola
Va I torna al poble a diari, no pot
Amb el lloguer I amb el curro ella sola
Cuina el sopar de sa mare, no vol
Que ningú sapia què cobra per hora
Condescendències les justes, amor
Tot el que té pel seu fill que diu hola
Des del seu ventre, batega el seu cor
Però el rellotge s'atura allà dalt
I es mesclen la locura, la mort I el carnaval
I arriben festes de nou
I allò que cou já no cura
I el poble sopa al carrer
Al teu carrer, carrer de l'amargura
Mira el paissatge sentat a la plaça
Penjen les llums I les flors dels balcons
No pot anar al casal ni de caça
I les olives li donen pa poc
Enguany la orquesta està enfront de casa
Música I festa, la dansa, el bastó
A estes altures, I faça el que faça
Já va per dins tota la processó
Però el rellotge s'atura allà dalt
I una altra criatura comença una aventura
I el iaio sap que s'acosta el final
I es mesclen la locura, la mort I el carnaval
Street of Bitterness
Leave Valencia in July, damn life
Last exam, first ray of sun
Hands clenched from doing extras
All the pain from the vineyard in the kidneys
Cross the track from Silla at noon
The inheritance sounds, sweat falls
Look at the rice, the shining riverbank
Go inside: Inland Alicante
Go from Alicante up to Mariola
She goes back and forth to the village daily, she can't
With the rent and the job, she's alone
She cooks dinner for her mother, she doesn't want
No one knows what she earns per hour
Just enough concessions, love
Everything she has for her son who says hello
From her womb, her heart beats
But the clock stops up there
And madness, death, and carnival mix
And the festivities arrive again
And what's cooking no longer heals
And the town eats in the street
In your street, street of bitterness
Look at the landscape sitting in the square
Lights and flowers hang from the balconies
Can't go to the social club or hunting
And the olives give him little bread
This year the orchestra is in front of the house
Music and party, dance, the cane
At these heights, no matter what he does
The whole procession is already inside
But the clock stops up there
And another creature begins an adventure
And grandpa knows the end is near
And madness, death, and carnival mix