You will always go back to work

As long as the sun rises to wash the streets

From the deception/treason of the night and gather perfidies/treacheries

From between gravel/pebbles and debris/rubbish

Always you will walk among people absent-minded

Always with raised head

Deride of/ mocking/bent eyes and lips

That draws falseness/deceit on its corners

Every day - in the same alleys

You intone/sing or throwing greetings

You meet all those whom you know at once (they are all together) writing their songs/odes with their steps

Or hanging their dreams/aspirations/ on the walls

You reveal to them the secret of the day

And they do what is left

They depart until another rise [meaning sun rise and until they also rise themselves]

Preserving festivity between their fingers

On the walls there is the grease of affection

On the windows of the young maidens

Slips of apologising papers /slips of papers for apologies) and songs

And on your mouth there is a shining/radiant/smile

A desire to return home after work

But, before the sun rises again

Or they return from the horizon of martyrdom