Look how they talk to us
about freedom
while they deprive us of it
in reality,
Look how they proclaim
calm
while authority torments us.
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
Look how they talk to us
about paradise
while bullets rain down to us
like hailstones.
Look at the enthusiasm
at the ruling
knowing that they were killing
innocence.
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
The one who officiates death
like an executioner
eats his breakfast in peace.
The wheat will look beautiful
across the sown field
watered by your blood,
Julián Grimau.
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
Under more injustice,
Sir prosecutor,
my soul has more power
to sing.
With this they put the rope around their neck:
the fifth commandment doesn't have a stamp.
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?