A una mano paloma [English translation]

My hand was a little pigeon

Beating its wings, broke the silence

Coming to the sky of that stage

The masquerade wrapped the breeze

Sowing breadcrumbs in songs

Their voices made the laughter grotesque

The beating of many pigeons

Turned into a warm wind

Happy of getting food

Then they left... silence remained

The murga was leaving the stage

And that wounded pigeon returned

His hand is a little pigeon

Beating its wings, breaking the silence

Coming to the sky of this stage

The masquerade wraps the breeze

Sowing breadcrumbs in songs

Their voices make the laughter grotesque

The beating of many pigeons

Turns into a warm wind

Happy if they get food

And they won't leave...there won't be silence

The murga won't leave the stage

And pigeon hands can stay today

Receive this warm embrace

The homage to your pigeon hand

To your hand willing to fly in applauses

Receive this warm wind

Pigeon hand of pigeon man

Of pigeon child, of pigeon mother, of pigeon grandparent

Of hands of brothers

Receive in the highest chant

The homage to your pigeon hand, your pigeon hand

Your pigeon hand, your hand always willing to give

To your pigeon hand, two pigeon hands, ten pigeon hands

Hundred pigeon hands, thousand pigeon hands, million hands

Million pigeon brothers