Siga el corso

That Colombina
put in her dark circles
smoke from the bonfire
of her heart...
That marquise
of the crazy laughter
painted her mouth
for kissing a clown.
She crosses from the stage to the car
the serpentine
nervous and fine;
like a picturesque brooch
on the night
of Carnival.

Tell me who you are,
tell me where you're going,
merry little mask
that you shout at me as you pass by:
'-What are you doing? Do you know me?
Farewell... Farewell... Goodbye, goodbye...
I am the mysterious
little woman you're looking for!'
-Take off your mask!
I want to meet you!
Your eyes, through the corso,
are searching for my anxiety.
Your laughter makes me sick!
Show yourself as you are.
Behind your deviations
the whole year is Carnival!

With loud mockery
thunders the bugle
of a pizpireta
lady in organdy.
And between shouting and laughing
pretty maragata,
she swears that she is killed
passion for me.
Under the funny posters
the faithful pass by
of the jocund god
and the Carnival is setting the world on fire
its rattles the Carnival.