Ni Un Padre Nuestro

Not a Single Our Father

Ni Un Padre Nuestro

My arm doesn't know it, nor my legNo lo sabe mi brazo, ni mi pierna
Nor the thread of my voice, nor my waistNi el hilo de mi voz, ni mi cintura
Nor does the Moon know it, that is internalNi lo sabe, la Luna que está interna
In my garden of love and misfortuneEn mi jardín de amor y desventura

And I am dead, yes, like a sad roseY yo estoy muerto, sí, como una triste rosa
Abandoned in the trashAbandonao' en la basura
Like a pitcher of tavern waterComo una jarra de agua de taberna
That no one would crave its freshnessQue nadie apeteciera su frescura

And today, being Sunday, Lord, I have walkedY hoy que es domingo, Señor, he paseao'
My corpse of love shroudedMi cadáver de amor amortajao'
Like a sinister scarecrowComo un espantapájaros siniestro

The people, without astonishment, have looked at meLa gente, sin asombro, me ha mirao'
And none have taken off their hatY ninguno el sombrero se ha quitao'
To pray for me, not even a sad Our FatherPara rezarme, para rezarme ni un triste padrenuestro
Not Our Father, an Our FatherNi padrenuestro, un padrenuestro

The people, without astonishment, have looked at meLa gente, sin asombro, me ha mirao'
But none have taken off their hatMás ninguno el sombrero se ha quitao'
To pray for me, not even a sad Our FatherPara rezarme, para rezarme ni un triste padrenuestro
Not Our Father, an Our FatherNi padrenuestro, un padrenuestro