{ Nicanor Parra: Lord's Prayer. }

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Lord's Prayer
by Nicanor Parra

Padre neustro que estas en el cielo
Lleno de toda clase de problemas
Con el ceno fruncido
Como si fueras un hombre vulgar y corriente
No piense mas en nosotros.

Comprendemos que sufres
Porque no puedes arreglar las cosas.

Sabemos que el Demonio no te deja tranquilo
Desconstruyendo lo que tu construyes.

El se rie de ti
Pero nostros lloramos contigo.

Padre nuestro que estas donde estas
Rodeado de angeles desleales
Sinceramente
no sufras mas por nosotros
Tienes que darte cuenta
De que los dioses no son infalibles
Y que nosotros perdonamos todo.

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Our Father which art in heaven
Full of all manner of problems
With a wrinkled brow
(As if you were a common everyday man)
Think no more of us.

We understand that you suffer
Because you can’t put everything in order.

We know the Demon will not leave you alone
Tearing down everything you build.

He laughs at you
But we weep with you:
Don’t pay any attention to his devilish laughter.

Our Father who art where thou art
Surrounded by unfaithful Angels
Sincerely don’t suffer any more for us
You must take into account
That the gods are not infallible
And that we have come to forgive everything.

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Our father who is in heaven
has many kinds of problems.
With his frowns it seems
he's just an ordinary man.
Do not worry much about us.

We know you suffer
because you can't put your house in order.

We know the devil doesn't leave you peaceful
destroying everything you make.

He laughs at you
but we weep with you.

Our father you are where you are
surrounded by unfaithful angels.
Sincerely
do not suffer much for us.
You must consider
that the gods are not infallible.
And we forgive all.

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