Paroles et traduction Maria del Mar Bonet - Oracio

Oracio

Aquesta és la història d'un escapulari
D'una sagristia i d'un vell rosari
D'una avemaria de sotanes negres
Confessions i hòsties, missals i quaresmes
De déu i sa mare, de l'esperit sant
Oficis, litúrgies i cristos sagnant
D'una temporada de la nostra vida
La de qualsevol que és parit i crida
Quan neix el bategen, confirmen, fuetegen
Sisè manament, el trempar és dolent
Hi ha gula o hi ha gana, peresa o desgana

Déu! eh que tu em perdones al confessional
Penitència dura que faci molt mal
Sóc, no vull ofendre, anticlerical

Al Mediterrani es ballen sardanes
Em mires et miro esperances vanes
I a les rodalies monten confraries
Per arrambar l'api a les abadies
Sant Jordi torero mata el drac esquerp
La verge si és verge trepitja la serp
Té cua el dimoni, vigila, vigila
La monja més vella tranquil·la fa fila
Soleta perduda dintre del convent
A la superiora ha fet testament
Que és súper i ora per no anar a l'infern

Déu! eh que tu em perdones com professional
Penitència dura que faci molt mal
Sóc, no vull ofendre, anticlerical

Dintre una establia ha nascut tot sol
És l'Epifania campanes al vol
Els reis del petroli ja han arribat
Però n'hi ha un que és negre i va descordat
Després via crucis el varen clavar
Sant Llàtzer aixeca't ja pots caminar
Clausura, el torn gira, cilicis tonsura
El dimoni et tempta com llaminadura
En forma de dona, en forma de llop
Toca la viola la violonada
La monja somica ja l'han violada

Déu! eh que actualitzes el cerimonial
Perquè si no et quedes sense personal
Potser és culpa teva
Si tot ho manegues
I tot ho vigiles
I em deixes que sigui anticlerical

Oracio

This is the story of a scapular
A sacristy and an old rosary
An avemaria of black cassocks
Confessions and hosts, missals and lents
Of god and his mother, of the holy ghost
Offices, liturgies and bloody Christs
A season in our life
Life of anyone born being born and crying
When we were born they baptised, confirmed, whipped us
Sixth commandment, burning is wrong
There is greed or there is hunger, sloth or laziness

God! Oh you forgive me in the confessional
Penance hard that hurts a lot
I am, no offense, anticlerical

In the Mediterranean they dance sardanas
I look at you, you look at me, vain hopes
And in the outskirts they set up brotherhoods
To take the celery to the abbeys
Saint George the bullfighter kills the fierce dragon
The virgin if she is a virgin treads on the serpent
The devil has a tail, watch out, watch out
The oldest nun quietly makes her line
Lost alone inside the convent
She has made a will to the superior
Who is super and prays so she won't go to hell

God! Oh you forgive me like a professional
Penance hard that hurts a lot
I am, no offense, anticlerical

Inside a stable he was born alone
It's Epiphany bells chime
The oil kings have arrived
But there is one who is black and out of tune
Then they crucified him via crucis
Saint Lazarus get up now you can walk
Clausura, the turn rotates, penances, tonsure
The devil tempts you like candy
As a woman, in wolf's clothing
Plays the viola, the viol
The sleepy nun has been raped

God! Oh you update the ceremonial
Because if you don't you'll run out of staff
Perhaps it's your fault
If you control everything
And watch over everything
And you let me be an anticlerical