Текст и перевод песни Violeta Parra - Los Santos Borrachos

Los Santos Borrachos

Cristo cuando vino a nuestro
Vino a esposar con su iglesia
Bajaron santos y santas
A hacer dolorosa fiesta
A hacer dolorosa fiesta

San Isidro puso el pan
Que trigo tiene en la tierra
Y actual estaba sembrando
Cuando le llegó la nueva
Cuando le llegó la nueva
Santa Maugdalena hizo ricos bollos
Con los pichiceros que dio una ternera

Santa Justa dio el ají
La sal la dio Santa Elena
Todo el demás menusero
Lo dio Santa Filumena
Lo dio Santa Filumena
Y que en un tiempo ha si'o buena cocinera
Querida de Dios, ella es su dispensera

A San Crispín le entregaron
La llave de la bodega
Seguros de que en un tiempo
El vino ya no lo prueba
El vino ya no lo prueba
Y salió San Crispino y hecho una miseria
Y el vino purito botaba pa' juera

Don Santiago, de enoja'o
Del ver que de él no se acuerdan
Mandó ensillar su caballo
Y le ya llegó las espuelas
Y le ya llegó las espuelas
Y al pobre San Justo lo tumbó en la arena
Y al San Sebastiano, le quebró una pierna

Topó con San Florentino
Le dijo: Voy a carrera
Atropell' a un santo viejo
Y allí lo enterró en la arena

Yo no sé si muerto queda
O será la borrachera
Yo no sé si él se hace o es la tomatera
Pero más me han dicho que ya no resuella

San Pedro con San Francisco
Tuvieron sus diferencias
Con palabras y respuestas
Se tramaron de las mechas
Se tramaron de las mechas
Santa Teresita hizo barredera
Con el cucharone les dio en las caderas

San Pedro perdió la llave
Y anda escarbando la arena
Maldiciendo las tinajas
Y también la borrachera
Y también la borrachera
Y le dijo Santa Ana hijo calavera
No las andái tr'endo y allí en tus maneras

The Drunken Saints

When Christ came to our
He came to marry his church
Saints and holy women came down
To make a sorrowful feast
To make a sorrowful feast

Saint Isidro provided the bread
With the wheat he has in the earth
And he was actually sowing
When the news reached him
When the news reached him
Saint Magdalene made rich buns
With the picheleros that a heifer gave her

Saint Justa gave the chili
The salt was given by Saint Elena
All the other groceries
Were given by Saint Philomena
Were given by Saint Philomena
And for a while she was a good cook
Beloved of God, she is his stewardess

Saint Crispin was given
The key to the cellar
Sure that in a while
He would no longer taste the wine
He would no longer taste the wine
And Saint Crispino went out and made a mess
And the pure wine flowed out

Don Santiago, in a rage
At seeing that he was not remembered
Ordered his horse to be saddled
And he put on his spurs
And he put on his spurs
And he knocked poor Saint Justo down in the sand
And he broke Saint Sebastian's leg

He ran into Saint Florentino
He said: I'm going to race
I ran over an old saint
And there I buried him in the sand

I don't know if he's dead
Or if it's the drunkenness
I don't know if he's faking it or if it's the tomato plant
But I've been told that he no longer breathes

Saint Peter with Saint Francis
Had their differences
With words and answers
They got entangled in their locks
They got entangled in their locks
Saint Teresita swept the floor
With the big spoon she hit them on their hips

Saint Peter lost the key
And he's digging in the sand
Cursing the jars
And also the drunkenness
And also the drunkenness
And Saint Anne said to him, "You rascal
You don't carry them around and you're like that in your ways