Toca madera [English translation]

You have nothing to fear,

with bad weather put on a happy face,

the Constitution protects you.

justice defends you,

the police guard you,

the trade union supports you,

the system has your back

and the birds sing

and the clouds raise.

Cross your finger,

touch wood.

Don't walk underneath that ladder.

And evade the 13th

and the black cat.

Don't get up with your left foot.

And place in your pocket

wrapped in your astral chart

a rabbit's foot

in case someone breaks a mirror

or spills the salt.

And monitor your horoscope

and your biorhythm.

Don't even dare wear yellow.

And in spite of everything

life hangs before you

the "Tickets Sold Out"

remember

stepping on shit

brings good luck.

Touch wood,

knock on wood.

Cross your fingers,

touch wood.

You have nothing to fear…

Lighten up your hearts…

You have nothing to fear

but they are nothing more than certain precautions.

Cross your finger,

touch wood.

Don't walk underneath that ladder.

And evade the 13th

and the black cat.

Don't get up with your left foot.

Even referees and judges

take a break.

With your olive and dove

walk across the tightrope

between love and death.

And monitor your horoscope

and your biorhythm.

Don't even dare wear yellow.

And in spite of everything

life hangs before you

the "Tickets Sold Out"

remember

stepping on shit

brings good luck.

Touch wood,

knock on wood.

Cross your fingers,

touch wood.

Gird your loins,

take a deep breath,

swallow saliva,

get ready,

and open the door,

go to the street,

gross your fingers,

touch wood.

Touch wood,

knock on wood.

Cross your fingers,

touch wood.