La virgen loca

They go happy and radiant
My little tadpoles
Shrunk and fearful
Inside their clean wings
Don't ask me mother
When leaving a warning
The advice has been given
We prepare for Sunday

In holy devotion and prayer
And woe to the one I see running
Loud and clear at least
Because you will taste the slipper
Sleeping warm all night
Not always working
Rewards are granted

When the funny thing is
That they advise patience
Jesus Mary and Joseph
Assist me in agony
If I told your sadness
When a joke cheers you up

The charitable heart
Has its destiny written
There is not even a hope
To save this abyss
Poor torn soul
Haunted by fears
Immediately a premonition
That left him in the shadow