Un Domingo En El Cielo

(gibberish)

- We went to heaven, my child!

Sunday in heaven
They threw some parties
To celebrate the birthday
Of blessed Saint Juana.

The Lord gave them permission
Since it was a holiday,
The glory was closed,
The limbo was closed too.

In the middle of that celebration
Like a little bee on a rose
Saint Lucas goes crazy
Dancing the 'refalosa'.

In the garden of Eden
Saint Teresa sighs
With a cup in her hand,
Looks like beer.

From afar the boss could smell
The scent of raw chicha,
Inside he thought
'What a damn good party'.

A forty-year-old saint
Hands out sponge cakes.
For one they receive from her
Four are thrown to the ground.

Saint Michael and Saint Rosa
Danced with two handkerchiefs,
With every step they took
They stepped on the sponge cakes.

Mary Magdalene suggests
Playing dress-up.
The idea was received
With a standing ovation.

Jeremiah showed up crying drunk
With a gun in his hand,
Dressed as a cop.

The farmer Saint Isidore
Patron saint of the waters,
To make people laugh
Dressed up as an umbrella.

The party keeps going up
With all that hullabaloo
Just like in a chicken coop
When they put the hens.

Here comes the Eternal Father
To revoke the permission.
His disturbance was so great
That he closed paradise.