Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trabajando para Dios, artist - Def Con Dos. Album song Ultramemia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.02.1996
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
Trabajando para Dios(original) |
| Buscando curro debajo de las piedras |
| Cansado de llamar a todas las puertas |
| Harto de citas con tipos casposos |
| Que pasan de ti como de un leproso |
| Y acudes a todos los anuncios |
| Rellenas formularios absurdos |
| Dejas tus datos, nadie te llama |
| Y acumulas palmadas en la espalda |
| Y en casa la misma charla: |
| «Vago, haragán», grita la vieja |
| «Ésto no es ningún balneario |
| A ver si te ganas ya los garbanzos» |
| Hasta que un día que estás en casa |
| Mirando en la ventana a la gente que pasa |
| Te fijas, atentamente |
| En las monjas guarras del convento de enfrente |
| Lo bien que viven, lo bien que se lo pasan |
| Haciendo que hacen sin dar un palo al agua |
| Y, ¡albricias!, se enciende la bombilla: |
| Esta empresa no estaba en mi lista |
| Qué torpe he sido, ahora caigo |
| En la Iglesia nunca hay paro |
| He visto la luz, ¡hip, hip, hurra! |
| Mi futuro está en ser un cura |
| Ora pro nobis, ¡yeah! |
| Ora pro nobis, ¡yeah, yeah! |
| Y me chupo muchos años de seminario |
| Comiendo, durmiendo y rezando |
| Me aprendo al dedillo los Santos Evangelios |
| Canto, medito y a veces me la pelo |
| Hasta que me examinan y apruebo sacerdote |
| Me dan un alzacuello, un uniforme |
| Paga extra, un mes de vacaciones |
| Mi parroquia, mi cáliz y mis cuatro pobres |
| Trabajando, trabajando para Dios |
| Ahora las hostias las doy yo |
| Y a currar como un loco para una gran empresa |
| Multinacional que nunca quiebra |
| Reparto bendiciones, desvirgo monaguillos |
| Sobo ancianas y me guardo los cepillos |
| Un solo patrón, un solo sindicato |
| Director general: el Espíritu Santo |
| Así que si no quieres seguir parado |
| Aprende a ganarte la vida rezando |
| Ora pro nobis, ¡yeah! |
| Ora pro nobis, ¡yeah, yeah! |
| Trabajando, trabajando para Dios |
| Ahora las hostias las doy yo |
| (translation) |
| Looking for gigs under the stones |
| Tired of knocking on all the doors |
| Sick of dating dandy guys |
| What they pass on you as a leper |
| And you go to all the ads |
| You fill out silly forms |
| You leave your data, nobody calls you |
| And you accumulate pats on the back |
| And at home the same talk: |
| "Lazy, lazy," the old woman shouts |
| «This is not a spa |
| Let's see if you can win the chickpeas” |
| Until one day when you're home |
| Looking in the window at the people passing by |
| You look carefully |
| In the slutty nuns of the convent across the street |
| How well they live, how well they have a good time |
| Doing what they do without giving a stick to the water |
| And, good luck!, the light bulb goes on: |
| This company was not on my list |
| How clumsy I have been, now I fall |
| In the Church there is never a strike |
| I've seen the light, hip, hip, hooray! |
| My future is in being a priest |
| Pray pro nobis, yeah! |
| Pray pro nobis, yeah, yeah! |
| And I suck many years of seminary |
| eating, sleeping and praying |
| I learn the Holy Gospels by heart |
| I sing, I meditate and sometimes I fuck myself |
| Until they examine me and I approve priest |
| They give me a collar, a uniform |
| Pay extra, one month of vacation |
| My parish, my chalice and my four poor |
| Working, working for God |
| Now I give the hosts |
| And to work like crazy for a big company |
| Multinational that never goes bankrupt |
| I distribute blessings, I deflower altar boys |
| I rub old women and I keep my brushes |
| One employer, one union |
| CEO: The Holy Spirit |
| So if you don't want to keep standing |
| Learn to make a living by praying |
| Pray pro nobis, yeah! |
| Pray pro nobis, yeah, yeah! |
| Working, working for God |
| Now I give the hosts |