Temps era temps [English translation]

Once upon a time…

we hatched from the egg

with the Moscow gold

peace overwhelmed,

the fleet in the dock

and the tongue in the ass,

with the symbols forgotten,

the water in the fountain,

the restrictions

and the boogeyman.

Once upon a time…

that more than good or bad

were mine and have been the only ones.

Time of illegal trade and trolleys,

porridge for dinner

and toilet and chicken coop in the gallery.

Time of Una, Grande, y Libre*…

Metro Goldwyn Mayer…

Take it or leave it…

Condoms and enemas…

Quintero, León i Quiroga…

Marzipan and chilblains…

Basora, César, Kubala, Moreno i Manchón.

Once upon a time…

that early and badly

we figured it all out:

who were the kings**,

where babies come from

and what the wolf eats.

All involved with Palé***,

and the Formation of the

National Spirit

and the first Fridays of the month.

Mrs. Francis****, do you understand me…?

with this knowledge,

what can one expect from us?

If we still don't know, madame,

it's that we will when we are older

the children of a time,

the children of an orphaned country.

Children of Una, Grande y Libre…

Metro Goldwyn Mayer…

Take it or leave it…

Condoms and enemas…

Quintero, León i Quiroga…

Marzipan and chilblains…

Basora, César, Kubala, Moreno i Manchón.