Canción De Navidad [English translation]

It’s not true

that Christmas makes me sick

I’m moved by the mother and the child,

the donkey and the ox

the problem is a bomb explodes

in the night of peace

the problem is the King’s message

panders to sentimental populism

The stable at Bethlehem

is a virtual hideout

but instead of nougat this winter

I eat some shit

some liver wrapped in silver foil

and Gaspar gives me coal

instead of a bike

I hope it doesn’t scorch

the heat of the fireplace

You’ve got to laugh when it’s your turn

although it makes me cry

Sweetheart, you don’t want to kill me

Sweetheart, I know only too well

who pays and who receives

who practices voodoo

who fills up the bins

at your new year’s eve party

Joseph got angry

with the father of the baby Jesus

I wrote this for you: so fa do re mi

you'll find it on Father Christmas’ tree

How can I tell you ‘no’

when you know it’s ‘yes’

the couscous knows the spot of pus

tattooed on your skin

Satan is a mafia boss keeping time

Infiltrator in the Christmas supermarket

It’s not true…