Once again the champagne and the grapes and the tar
The firecrackers that erase sounds of yesterday
And heat the spirit up to accept
That another one has already passed
And on the old clock as from year to year
Five minutes more for the countdown
We take stock of the good and bad
Five minutes before the countdown
Sailors, soldiers, singles, married
And one or another absent-minded priest
Among shouts and whistles the Spaniards
Big, small we manage for once
Something at the same time
And on the old clock as from year to year
Five minutes more for the countdown
We take stock of the good and bad
Five minutes before the countdown
And though for the grapes there are some new ones
The ones that aren't here we'll miss
And let's see if we wake up we who are alive
And next year we laugh
One, two, three and four and it starts again
That the fifth is one and the sixth is two
And so the seventh is three
And we say goodbye and we ask God
Let's see if instead of one million
Once again the champagne and the grapes and the tar