La Nana de L'antonio
Avui se'ns ha mort l'antonio
Un pelagats un mamarratxo
Un delinqüent un macarrilla
Vell viciós i un gran borratxo
Un element de mala vida
Hi havia calma al velatori
Al dipòsit hi havia calma
Calma tensa calma trista
Un efluvi de visites
I un pilot de gent sofrida
I un sergent de policia
Entrava a la comissaria
I li explicava al comissari
Que l'antonio s'havia mort
Un cabró menys
Però en el fons sabien de sobres
Que l'antonio era un bon home
Era un mecenes robin hood
Caigut en pena
Per error posat al món
És la nana de l'antonio
L'última de les nanes
Nana dels difunts
La nana del vell antonio
Del descans la pau eterna
Nana del repòs
Quanta gent que avui plorava
Al.legats amics i amors
Tanta gent desquiciada
La seva sola presència
Derrotxava incandescència
Setze putes es quedaven
Sense feina condemnades
A arrastrar-se pels carrers
Més bruts del món
Que l'antonio les cuidava
I protegia i estimava
I explotava amb tanta gràcia
Quan hi ha amor va bé el treball
És la nana del macarra
Del macarra de l'antonio
Nana de la son
El pobre se n'ha anat de cop
D'un atac de cor de cop
Se n'ha anat al món dels morts
A fer bulto al cementiri
Que n'hi ha un més avui podrint-s'hi
I l'ernest homosexual
Amb setze anyets es suïcidava
Sense l'antonio aquesta vida
Era per fer-se un llaç al cul
Morí penjat
Sense la polla del gran home
Sense amor sense carícies
Ni regals ni alegria
Sense el vell
Ell no podia ell es moria
I és la nana del marica
Del marica de l'antonio
Nana de la pau
I una flota de criatures
Desquiciades a la infancia
A la carn de reformatori
Avui queden sense pare
Per ell tots eren fills seus
Fills alegres i agraïts
Que robaven però estudiaven
Que es drogaven però llegien
Petits quinquis que amb el temps
Podrien fer una gran carrera
Avui ha mort aquell bon home
Que es va fer estimar pels necis
I per dones de moral
Més que discreta i els camells
I els advocats
Que oferia alcohol als pobres
I regalava gavardines
Als vells exhibicionistes
I donava droga als nens
Sense interès
I és la nana del mecenes
Del mecenes de l'antonio
Nana del descans
Som a mitjans de novembre
I es presenta un hivern càlid
De calitja fum i núvols
De borrasques tan discretes
De basura i brutícia
Avui es presta tan a ploure
Però no plou ni crec que plogui
Fot un sol al cementiri
Fa calor hi ha ciment sec
Sellant la tumba
Un altra làpida que es tanca
Un altre ninxo que es rellena
Dos enterradors de pressa
Hi ha treball per fer
Hi ha feina per donar i vendre
I és la nana de l'antonio
És la nana de les nanes
Nana del final
La nana del vell antonio
Llarga vida per l'antonio
I un petò per ell.
L'Antonio's Lullaby
Today Antonio has died
A scoundrel, a buffoon
A delinquent, a troublemaker
An old vicious and a big drunkard
An element of bad life
There was calm at the wake
There was calm in the morgue
Tense calm, sad calm
An influx of visitors
And a bunch of suffering people
And a police sergeant
Entered the police station
And explained to the commissioner
That Antonio had died
One less bastard
But deep down they knew very well
That Antonio was a good man
He was a patron, a Robin Hood
Fallen into sorrow
Mistakenly put into the world
It's Antonio's lullaby
The last of the lullabies
Lullaby of the deceased
The lullaby of old Antonio
Of eternal rest and peace
Lullaby of repose
So many people crying today
Alleged friends and loves
So many distraught people
His mere presence
Overwhelmed incandescence
Sixteen whores were left
Jobless, condemned
To crawl through the dirtiest streets
In the world
Antonio took care of them
And protected and loved them
And exploited them with such grace
When there is love, work goes well
It's the lullaby of the troublemaker
Of Antonio's troublemaker
Lullaby of sleep
The poor man suddenly left
From a sudden heart attack
He went to the world of the dead
To fill the cemetery
With one more rotting there today
And Ernest, the homosexual
At sixteen, committed suicide
Without Antonio, this life
Was a pain in the ass
He died hanging
Without the dick of the great man
Without love, without caresses
No gifts, no joy
Without the old man
He couldn't, he was dying
And it's the lullaby of the faggot
Of Antonio's faggot
Lullaby of peace
And a fleet of creatures
Disturbed in childhood
In the flesh of reformatories
Today they are left without a father
To him, they were all his children
Happy and grateful children
Who stole but studied
Who did drugs but read
Little delinquents who over time
Could have a great career
Today that good man has died
Who was loved by fools
And by women of more than discreet morals
And the drug dealers
And the lawyers
Who offered alcohol to the poor
And gave raincoats
To the old exhibitionists
And gave drugs to the children
Without interest
And it's the lullaby of the patron
Of Antonio's patron
Lullaby of rest
We are in mid-November
And a warm winter is coming
Of haze, smoke, and clouds
Of discreet storms
Of garbage and filth
Today it seems like it's going to rain
But it doesn't rain, and I don't think it will
The sun shines in the cemetery
It's hot, the cement is dry
Sealing the tomb
Another tombstone closes
Another niche is filled
Two gravediggers in a hurry
There is work to be done
There is work to be given and sold
And it's Antonio's lullaby
It's the lullaby of lullabies
Lullaby of the end
The lullaby of old Antonio
Long life to Antonio
And a kiss for him.