Viveza [English translation]

Wittiness, a small troupe, Ciudad Vieja

Bell, the secretary, a note in the window

Beauty, a cat stretches out on the parapet

Simplicity, the drops of a drizzle wash nothing

Multicolored posters announcing three relatives

Candombe, the breeze climbs and the slope slides

Whale getting cozy in the unmoved river

The people coming to the market is smiling

The fruit smells rotten on a side

The quick rat eats a fish

The boy takes his hand face up

The sweet girl trusts in the Cathedral

Fallen nobleness, final time, confessional song

Bay that in the storm sounded like an old harp

Country-fellow walking under the water with your cigar

Clown, you believed firmly in slyness

You fell in the poorness of the souls

Your old wittiness will always live there

Enclosure, a sailor sang that aches differently

Miner, the blind man escaped from a maze

Money, I buy, you buy, he buys, we buy

The witty celebrates, leads happily the ring, hand in hand

The witty celebrates, leads happily the ring, hand in hand

He chokes, he chokes, his fifteen minutes have reached the end

The forehead and the soul of that artist delay

Habit of seeing makeup in front of the mirror

Bravery, the fallen gets up again

The medicine man gave him his holy hand

The needle keeps spinning in the Cathedral

Minutes, small cells drawn from the summer

Joint, this small song turns to smoke