Aleluya! Gloria Al Señor
Los Muertos de Cristo
Hallelujah! Glory to the Lord
The orange trees are already blooming
The scent of orange blossom is in the air
The hypocrites gather
To follow their brotherhood
The priest blessing the arrow has sounded
The clergy rub their hands
Singing this song!
Hallelujah, hallelujah! Glory to the Lord!
We are the heirs
Of Judas the traitor
Hallelujah, hallelujah! Glory to the Lord!
Deception is our strength,
Money is our god!
They already carry the Virgin showing humility
Displaying silver and gold
That they won't give to the poor
Donation for the collection plate
Or you will burn in hell!
And the ignorant poor
All together praying
Hallelujah, hallelujah! Glory to the Lord!
We are the heirs
Of Judas the traitor
Hallelujah, hallelujah! Glory to the Lord!
Deception is our strength
Money is our god!
Leading the brotherhood
Who can you imagine
The best as people
The true Christians
Priests, police officers, landowners,
Usurers, the mayor, the bishop
And some other lowlifes
And hallelujah
We are the heirs
Of Judas the traitor
And hallelujah
And deception is our strength
Money is our god
And hallelujah
It's the paradox
Of this stupid tradition
