Song EL CAPELLÀ I LA GALLINA A Sant Marçal, A prop de la Bastida Vivia un pobre capellà, Menjava poc, una trufa bullida De tant en tant un crostó de pa.
We repeat this song a second time at full speed.
In Sant Marcal,
About the Bastida
Vivia a little hair
Menjava poc, a trufa bullida
So much a crostó de pa
Però a good day, a gallina,
Prop of the hermitage va passar,
Li va torcir el coll, la va iron rostida
I don't mate it, it goes to menjar.
Llamp que te fot és millor que truffles
Llamp que te fot és millor que pa
Llamp que te fot és millor que truffles
Per sopar!
In Saint-Marsal
Near the Bastide
There lived a poor priest.
He ate little: a boiled potato
And once in a while a piece of bread
Until the day a hen
Near the hermitage came to pass
He twisted her neck, roasted her
And the same night he ate her
"may lightning strike you", it's better than a potato
“may lightning strike you”, it’s better than bread
"let lightning strike you", it's better than a potato
For supper!
In Saint Marsal
Near the Bastide,
lived a poor parish priest.
He used to eat very little: a boiled potato,
and sometimes a bit of bread.
But one day, he passed by near the hermitage.
He broke his neck and roasted it.
During the night, he ate it all.
“Let the thunder strike me down”, it's better than a potato “Let the thunder strike me down”, it's better than bread “Let the thunder strike me down”, it's better than a potato For diner
(we repeat quickly a second time)
