Ayúdame Valentina

What are we going to do with so many
and so many preachers,
some rely on books,
others on beautiful reasons.
Some on various tales,
miracles and apparitions
and some on the presence,
of skeletons and scorpions
my dear.

What are we going to do with so much
prayer over us,
claiming in all languages
of glory and this and that.
Of hells and paradises,
limbos and purgatories,
edens and eternal life,
archangels and demons
my dear.

Yes, let them adore the image
of the lady Mary
let no lady or miss
be adored,
yes, no, tomorrow,
on a Friday at dawn,
to enter glory,
money is needed
my dear.

It seems that the wheat
in this vineyard is not very clean
and the darnel intends
to eat all the ear.
Little does it matter the way
it must stick its thorn
to suck the weakest
what a devil the vermin
my dear.

What are we going to do with so many
treatises from the high sky,
help me Valentina
since you flew far away,
tell me once and for all
that up there there is no such mansion,
tomorrow it will be founded
by man with his reason,
my dear.

What are we going to do with so many
ambassadors of gods,
they come out at every step
with their ferocious fangs
hurry up Valentina
for the shepherds have increased,
because the collapse is coming
of the tale of the sermons
my dear.

What are we going to do with so much
scattered lie
Valentina, Valentina
let's sweep it away
sirs, below in the earth
death was sealed
and the whole body in the earth
and time turns it into nothing
my dear, turns it into nothing.