Todos a sus puestos [English translation]

Of course I know it,

I am more than clear about it,

Strange days are many

And good days, strange.

The short-lived rose lasted

As long as sighs last

As long as a butterfly lasts

Outside of hibernation.

And although there is no reason,

Everyone to their posts,

Perhaps life cannot get

Much better than this.

For once it does not hurt,

All aboard,

May sorrow fall today

On deaf ears.

Of course also

Melancholy commands

With its detailed plume,

It unflaggingly undoes what one feels.

Let us let that nostalgia

Kiss our dry face,

Like the Sunday sun

Kisses the plaza of Chueca.

And although there is no reason,

Everyone to their posts,

Perhaps life cannot get

Much better than this.

For once it does not hurt,

All aboard,

May sorrow fall today

On deaf ears.

May sorrow fall today

On deaf ears.