Tot s'esboldrega. Te mires an que te mires, arredol de nusatros, tot s'esboldrega. No solo que agora —quan per demés gemecamos, sino dende fa decadas— Espanya s'esboldrega.
Manimenos hue —con a envista d'o mio lugar n'as ninetas d'os uellos encara— no m'agana mica alcordar-me-ne de Rajoy e d'a suya família. Hue, —con a envista d'o mio lugar n'as ninetas d'os uellos encara— a Ella Fitzgerald e a Louis Armstrong ricuerdo. Fitzgerald e Armstrong, un respecto:
Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush, little baby; don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning, there ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by
Verano e a vida ye simpla/ Os peixes blincan e o coton ye
alto/ Pair ye rico e mair ye guapiça/ Conque, siléncio, ninona, no plores pas/
Uno d'estes maitinos, te levantarás cantando/ Ubrirás as tuyas alas e puyarás
t'o cielo/ Pero dica ixe maitino, res no podrá fer-te mal/ Con pair e mair á o
tuyo canto//
