Chorus
All the crippled and sick old bitches want now to hang our Maria Sabina
All the crippled and sick old bitches want now to see the expression of the hangman, while he embraces her through the air, our Maria Sabina
All the crippled and sick old bitches won't be able to hang from the feet of Maria Sabina
All the crippled and sick old bitches want now to smell the last droplet of sweat of Maria Sabina
Maria Sabina
Listen moon
Listen woman, Southern Cross
listen woman, star of sailors
Listen candle of the dead
Listen newborn rabbit
listen sun and clouds
listen woman wounded unto death
Listen woman without a soul
listen woman without a body
Listen woman without love
listen woman
listen snail in the fountain
Listen summer fly
listen morning star
Listen Andromache
listen rain water
listen bright day
Listen dog's black mouth
Listen lustful and comforted widow
listen lustful and beautiful widow
listen Mary Stuart
Listen pauper of the whippings
Listen Joan of Arc
listen St. Andrew on the Cross
listen pauper of the whippings
Listen Messalina
listen pauper of the whippings
Listen flower of marijuana
listen eye that has been trampled by beasts
Listen sacristan who stas the oil
Listen discolored soul in purgatory
Listen lonely owl
Listen Nicanor
I declare that I am a corpse that sings
I declare that I know how to raise columns with tears and saliva
I declare that I can prepare elixirs of life and potions of death
I declare that if I ask for mercy it is only to mock your heart
I declare that I do not believe in your justice or your injustice
I declare that I am guilty under the law that rules you
I declare that I despise your law
I declare that I spit on your law
I declare that I feel compassion for you and for your law
Chorus
AY! AY! AY! AY! AY!
Prepare the sentence for her, you Sheriff
Prepare the rope for her, you Hangman
Prepare the stones for her, you child
Don't prepare the tomb for her, you there gravedigger, we demand that Maria Sabina be devoured by the wild birds and dried up by the wind
AY! AY! AY! AY! AY!
Maria Sabina
Listen warehouse clock
Listen sewer rat
Listen young girl who won't look me in the eye
today
listen pimp
listen spoiled harlot who allows her blood to be sucked by the pimp
listen virgin who looks at yourself in the mirrow with fury
listen you hangman with soft manners
listen crap-shooter
listen beer drinker
listen profaner of corpses, friend of corpses, kin of corpses
Listen flute player who sins with maiden goats
Listen pin-pierced butterfly listen miserly hoarder of empty bottles
listen Martin the fisherman who flies over the enraged sea
listen aurora borealis
listen rainbow of just five colors
I laugh at your impatience
I laugh because I know I will fool you with my pirouette
I laugh because you do not know how to take advantage of occasions
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