Me gustan los estudiantes
Violeta Parra| Versione inglese pubblicata su Broadside #107 | |
| I LIKE THE STUDENTS | I LIKE STUDENTS |
| Long live the students, Garden of joy and mirth! They're birds who don't get scared At wild beasts or the police, They don't get scared at shoots Or at the yelling of dogs. Caramba y zamba la cosa, Long live astronomy! | Hurray for the students, garden of joys They are birds that fear neither beast nor police Bullets and barking dogs do not frighten them it's a hell of a thing, Hurray for astronomy! |
| Long live the students Roaring like the wind When soutanes and regiments Get too close to them; Libertarian little birds, Just like the elements. Caramba y zamba la cosa, Long live the experiments! | Hurray for the students that roar like the wind When talk to them of cassocks or regiments, Libertarian fledglings just like the elements. Its a hell of a thing, Hurray for experiments! |
| I like the students, yes, For they are the yeast In the bread that, so fragrant, Is being backed in the oven For the mouth of the poor Who eat it in bitterness. Caramba y zamba la cosa, Long live literature! | I like students because they are the yeast Of the bread that will emerge from the oven with a delicious taste For the mouth of the poor who eat with bitterness Its a hell of a thing, Hurray for literature! |
| I like the students, yes, For they get pissed off When they're told “It's wheat”, And all know it's only bran, And they aren't deaf and dumb When they've to face events. Caramba y zamba la cosa, The code of the right! | I like students because they stick out their chests When someone tries to put one over on them, And they don't act deaf and dumb when the chips are down. It's a hell of a thing, The legal code. |
| I like the students, yes, When they're walking on ruins Flowing their flags so high The students go all together. They're chemists and doctors, Surgeons and dentists. Caramba y zamba la cosa, Long live the specialists! | I like the students that march over the ruins With flags on high goes the whole student marching bard They're chemists and doctors, surgeons and dentists. It's a hell of a thing, Hurray for the specialists! |
| I like the students, yes, When they go to the lab To discover what is hidden Behind the confessional; Now they got a big wheelbarrow That has reached Purgatory: Caramba y zamba la cosa, The books explaining the truth! | I like the students who go to the laboratory To discover what is hidden inside the confessional; They already have a big cart that got as far as purgatory It's a hell of a thing, Explanatory books! |
| I like the students, yes, Who can be so clearly eloquent, And you can't find anymore Indulgences at the holy blackmarket. And when, ladies and gentlemen, will penitence be over? Caramba y zamba la cosa, Long live all the science! | I like the students who, with dear eloquence, Took the starch out of the sacred black market; Because as long as that penitence lasts, gentlemen its a hell of a thing, Hurray for all science! |
