¿Que Dirá El Santo Padre?
Miren como nos hablan de libertad
Cuando de ella nos privan en realidad
Miren como pregonan tranquilidad
Cuando nos atormenta la autoridad
¿Qué dirá el Santo Padre
Que vive en Roma
Que le están degollando
Y a su paloma?
Miren como nos hablan del paraíso
Cuando nos llueven balas como granizo
Miren en el entusiasmo con la setencia
Sabiendo que mataban ya la inocencia
¿Qué dirá el Santo Padre
Que vive en Roma
Que le están degollando
Y a sus palomas?
El que oficia la muerte como un verdugo
Tranquilo está tomando su desayuno
Lindo es sedar el trigo por lo sembrado
Regado con tu sangre, Julián Grimao
¿Qué dirá el Santo Padre
Que vive en Roma
Que le están degollando
Y a su paloma?
Mientras más injusticias, señor fiscal
Más fuerza tiene mi alma para cantar
Con esto se impusieron la soga al cuello
El sexto mandamiento no tiene sello
¿Qué dirá el Santo Padre
Que vive en Roma
Que le están degollando
Y a su paloma?
What Will the Holy Father Say?
Look how they talk to us about freedom
When in reality they deprive us of it
Look how they preach tranquility
When authority torments us
What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slitting his throat
And that of his dove?
Look how they talk to us about paradise
When bullets rain down on us like hail
Look at the enthusiasm with the sentence
Knowing they were already killing innocence
What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slitting his throat
And that of his doves?
The one who officiates death like an executioner
Is calmly having his breakfast
It's nice to sedate the wheat for what's sown
Watered with your blood, Julián Grimao
What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slitting his throat
And that of his dove?
The more injustices, Mr. Prosecutor
The stronger my soul is to sing
With this, they imposed the noose around the neck
The sixth commandment has no seal
What will the Holy Father say
Who lives in Rome
That they are slitting his throat
And that of his dove?