Текст и перевод песни Brams - Goigs a Sant Hilari

Goigs a Sant Hilari

Reunits per inèrcia,
Junts per vocació,
Ens plantegem el repte
De l'alcoholització,
Tots torrats
és la nostra preocupació.

Com cada divendres
Cal sortir de nit
I agafar una merda
Fins dilluns al matí
I llavors
Ens plantejarem seguir.

I no en volem pas cap
Que no vagi borratxo
I no en volem pas cap
Que vagi seré

Som uns grans alcohòlics,
Ho reconeixem,
No ens fa cap vergonya
I ens en vanagloriem,
Perquè creiem,
Ja que és un bon plantejament.

Proposo l'alcoholèmia
Total i col·lectiva
Serà la merda pòstuma
I la definitiva
I amb sentit
De papa reivindicativa.

Que Sant Heribert
Beneeixi aquest concert,
Que Santa Modesta
Beneeixi aquesta festa,
Que Sant Guillem
Beneeixi tot el vi que beurem.

Que Sant Agapit
Ens porti fins el llit,
Que Santa Ciriaca
Ens consoli la ressaca,
Tingueu pietat
De mi, aquesta nit vaig torrat.

Sant Hilari, sant Hilari,
Fill de puta qui no se l'acabi.

Hymn to Saint Hilary

We meet as strangers,
United yet diverse,
Now we face the challenge
Of getting very drunk,
Getting wasted
Is all we care about.

Like every Friday,
We'll be out all night,
We'll drink ourselves into oblivion
Until Monday morning,
And then
We'll have to decide if we want to keep going.

We don't want anyone
Who won't get drunk,
We don't want anyone
Who will be sober,

We're big alcoholics,
We admit it,
We're not ashamed,
And we're proud of it,
Because we think,
It's a good way to live.

I propose that we drink
Until we all pass out,
It will be the ultimate bender,
And the end of all things
And it will be
A fitting tribute to the pope.

May Saint Heribert
Bless this concert,
May Saint Modesta
Bless this party,
May Saint Guillem
Bless all the wine we drink.

May Saint Agapit
Carry us to our beds,
May Saint Ciriaca
Heal us from our hangovers,
Have mercy
On me, I'm wasted tonight.

Saint Hilary, Saint Hilary,
Whoever doesn't finish their drink is a son of a bitch.