At the door of the sun
Like the year that was
Again the champagne and the grapes
And the tar of carpet are

The firecrackers that erase sounds of yesterday
And warm up the spirit to accept
That one more has passed

And on the clock of yesteryear
Like year after year
Five more minutes for the countdown
We balance the good and the bad
Five minutes before the countdown

Sailors, soldiers, singles, married
Lovers, walkers and some other
Distracted priest
Among shouts and whistles the little Spaniards
Huge, short we do for once
Something at the same time

And on the clock of yesteryear
Like year after year
Five more minutes for the countdown
We balance the good and the bad
Five minutes before the countdown

And although for the grapes there are some new ones
Those who are no longer here, we will miss them
And let's see if we wake up those of us who are alive
And in the coming year we laugh

One, two, three and four and it starts again
That the fifth is the one
And the sixth is the two
And so the seven is three

And we say goodbye and ask God
That in the coming year
Let's see if instead of a million
Can be two

At the door of the sun
Like the year that was
Again the champagne and the grapes
And the tar, of carpet are

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