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Main  ::  Translations - all  ::  A more colloquial translation of Carmen 37 (Carmen 37)

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Posted on Fri Dec 09, 2005 05:45:41  
The tavern of lust, and its company,
The ninth piller from the capped brothers,
You think you are only ones with dicks,
That you, alone, can $#$% any woman you want
And the rest of us are goats?
Just because you sit all in a row,
A hundred or two, like idiots,
What makes you think I couldn't shove my cock
Into a couple hundred throats right there?
Think about it:
I'll scrawl graffiti all over your wall!
For my darling, who fled from my embrace,
Who I loved as no one else could,
For whom I fought ferociously for,
Has come to you--All of you high and mighty men,
And, the shame of it,
The backalley rentboys and vagrants,
You all screw her, undeservingly.
Especially you, Ignatius;
You hippie freak,
Son of Celtiberia, who $#$%s like a bunny,
And brushes his teeth with the piss of a Spaniard.
Guest
Posted at Wed Feb 14, 2018 16:28:20  Quote
Pocilgareiros que a infame pocilga,
Que do templo dos peludos irmƃĀ£os
Dista em nove colunas, sempre acolhe,
Pensais que sƃĀ³ em vƃĀ³s o falo se ergue?
Que sois donos de todas as meninas?
E o resto ƃĀ© corno velho e que se dane?
Porque aƃĀ­ ficais aos montes de idiotas
(que sejam cem, duzentos nƃĀ£o interessa)
NƃĀ£o irei eu ousar fazer que vƃĀ³s
Chupeis todos quietos minha cabeƃĀ§a?


Encerro por aqui. NƃĀ£o hƃĀ” quem aguente tamanha obscenidade.
 


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