I believe in God, alas, not at all in his priests, he slipped at home judas and traitors A wind from the east has blown a glacial that denatures Their sermons inspired by nomenclature And if they still raise their hands joined to the sky The capital of marx and their new missal And if they still raise their hands joined to the sky The capital of marx and their new missal I greet you, Mary, full of grace May your name be sanctified I greet you, Mary, yes, but of grace Of your priests you must beware I believe in God, alas, not at all in his men And our children no longer pass by Rome They have taken paths away from the tourists The sacred way has taken the form of a trail Where is the gatherer of the messiah the shepherd Who will recover his sheep shipwrecked Where is the unrecognized sultan Who knew with respect the man of God when he passed I greet you, Mary, full of grace May your name be sanctified Protect your sheep from these rapists They have already sacrificed them I believe in God, alas, the coffin of my father Crushed under the flowers was very lonely The cross in one hand, in the other the seville An old priest anointed the words of the gospel In the dead chapel where death was surprised The garden of Eden offered withered flowers When there are no more children to sing the credo The water of your blessed is only a puddle of water I greet you, Mary, full of grace May your name be sanctified Your preachers of today end the race All their gestures are mocked Stand up, stand up the words, the pretty ancient words And the incantations and the hearts of the canticles It is necessary to enter in us as in a monastery And to say that we are ourselves a great mystery And that eternally from the cradle to the linen The man is without knowing a sect to himself And that eternally from the cradle to the linen The man is without knowing a sect to himself I greet you, Mary, full of grace May your name be sanctified The gospel is submitted to those in front Your son is crucified