Текст и перевод песни Cecilia - Fauna

Fauna

El cuervo largo negro y severo,
Señalando con el dedo,
Predicando a pecadores,
Con sus aires superiores,
Las cotorras perfumadas,
Astracanadas peinadas,
Reconciliadas miran a las pájaras
Sentadas desde los ojos de sus caras

La gallina preñada,
Con polluelos bajo el ala,
El gallo a su lado sentado,
Preocupado, coronado,
El loro apoyado en su bastón,
Dormitando en el sermón,
Sus párpados pesados,
Apoyados en las yemas
De los dedos de sus manos

El pavo real desplumado,

De sus honores pasados,
Empujando con revuelo
Quiere ser siempre el primero,
La urraca figura encorvada,
Robando horas que son prestadas,
Su cabeza mantelada,
Hasta el suelo está agachada,
Triste sombra del duelo

El cuco de la calle de Serrano,
Su alondra de la mano,
Plumas bien alisadas,
Alas recién estrenadas,
El buitre dice ser cristiano,
Tirando un poquillo a pagano,
Su plumaje escapulario
Y en su garra escamada
Hace presa de un rosario. Este tema aparece en... Cecilia

Fauna

The raven, long black and severe,
Wagging his priestly finger,
Preaching to sinners,
With his air of a cardinal;
The scented parrots,
Astrachan-plumed and pompadoured,
Exchange sidelong glances with the lady-birds
Perching hard by, with their eyes turned away

The brooding hen,
With her plump infant family huddled beneath her wing,
The cock, his mate, sits by, an important father,
With sleek, well-broidered cape and ruffled ruff,
The parrot, perched on his stick,
Drowsing somewhat through the sermon,
His hooded eyelids
Hanging as if on the tips
Of his claw-like talons

The peacock, a bedraggled, forlorn creature,

Of all his past honours and pageantry shorn,
Pushing with strutting pride his ragged feathers
As if they were a mantle of uniform,
The magpie, crooked figure,
Borrowing time as he cheats at patience,
His black and white patched hood
Drawn to his breast in mourning,
A sad and solemn shadow

The cuckoo in Serrano street,
Her lark at hand,
Feathers well preened,
Wings as yet unflown,
The vulture, in Christian guise,
A pagan lurking under his scapulary,
His plumage like a monk's cowl
And clutched in his scaly claw
A rosary for a weapon.