A Fuesa Unibersal
Yera un carnuz maldito
por a fatera d´a chen,
baxo ra tasca o mon
sin más mortalla que a piel.
Un fosquizo reglamento
le tiró toz ivos suenios
no i tendrá puesto sagra
uno pas entre os muertos nuestros.
Arraigan os suyos miedos
En o fundo d´una barella
que a sangre d´as bena suyas
s´escorra por torrenteras
Lola Plebia y Lolo Zierzo
querión plorar en a fuesa,
dixón a cuerpo zanzero
sin mica napa de tierra.
D´a SIDA ya no s´estampa
ni a puta no o mosén,
ni jipis ni montañeses,
sisquia tú ni garra chen.
D´a SIDA ya no s´estampa
ni a puta no o mosén,
ni jipis ni montañeses,
sisquia tú ni garra chen.
Cazataires d´o país
con fastio contón notizias
pos os chabalins d´o mon
se minchón carne con SIDA.
Rebancha de Dios benida
gran alarma de salú
milenta de positibos
con salindo ta ra luz
Mondongos ta ra femera
con tortetas y patés,
más a guardia se´n ha preso
de putas en Martillué
No ye muerte de gufaña
que nos diés firme lizión
a tener-nos más respeto
y a buquir toz con condón
D´a SIDA ya no s´estampa
ni a puta no o mosén,
ni jipis ni montañeses,
sisquia tú ni garra chen.
D´a SIDA ya no s´estampa
ni a puta no o mosén,
ni jipis ni montañeses,
sisquia tú ni garra chen.
Asinas bosón con fastio
as cazeras de rayóns,
bolas como a rezentada
y que toda chen creyó
D´a SIDA ya no s´estampa
ni a puta no o mosén,
ni jipis ni montañeses,
sisquia tú ni garra chen.
D´a SIDA ya no s´estampa
ni a puta no o mosén,
ni jipis ni montañeses,
sisquia tú ni garra chen.
Universal Fire
There was a damn bastard
for messing with people,
under the table the world
with no more shroud than skin.
A crazy rule
threw all dreams away
he won't have a sacred place
a step among our dead.
Their fears take root
at the bottom of a stretcher
the blood of their veins
runs through streams.
Lola Plebeian and Lolo Zephyr
wanted to cry in the fire,
the decaying body
without a speck of earth.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
Country hunters
with disgust count news
because the children of the world
eat meat with AIDS.
God's revenge is coming
great health alarm
thousands of positives
coming to light.
Tripe for the woman
with cakes and pâtés,
but the guard has been caught
with whores in Martillué.
It's not a death of nonsense
that gave us a firm lesson
to have more respect
and to fuck everyone with a condom.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
So they say with disgust
the hunters of rays,
balls like the recent one
that everyone believed.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.