They age in small steps
From little dogs to little cats, the bigotes
They age all the more quickly
As they confuse love and holy water
Like all bigots
If I were the devil when I saw them sometimes
I think I would be castrated
If I was I was god when I saw them pray
I think I would lose my faith by the bigots
They procession with small steps
From stoup to stoup the bigotes
And patati et patata my ears begin to ring
The bigots
Dressed in black like Monsieur le Priest
Who is too good with the credos ©atures
They get stuck with their eyes down
As if God slept under their bigoted shoes
Saturday evening after the turbin
We see the Parisian worker but no bigotes
Because it is at the bottom of their house
Let them protect themselves from boys, the bigotes
Who cares? ©ferent to shrivel
From vespers to vespers from mass to mass
All proud to have been able to preserve
The diamond that sleeps between their f s of bigotes
Then they die in small steps
A small fire in a small pile the bigotes
Who cement them in small steps
At the dawn of a little cold of bigots
And in the sky that does not exist
The angels quickly make a paradise for them
A halo and two tips of wings
And they fly away, little bigoted steps

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN