Barbarians at the door, hide supplies and spare change
under the tail, under the tail, under the tail.
And the traffickers of organs, and the raids of the vandals
They are fashionable, fashionable, fashionable.
A mystic visionary from university
told me that utopia will save us.
Non-drinkers in drunken stupor for unhappiness,
the function is now over, children, go in peace.
The wind falls, no disagreement, and it’s silence again.
So move forward People
that hope for a miracle
we embellish the mourning with an “Amen”.
From the rich in sober clothes, to the poor in spirit
let's forget everything with an “Amen”.
The athletic posture, the beauty treatment,
are fashionable, fashionable, always in fashion.
I wear the gown of a monk, the beard of a philosopher,
I wag the tail, wag the tail, strike with the tail.
Jesus became agnostic, the killers got converted,
someone already scents like holiness.
The crowd lines in the store of uselessness,
the discount is already over, friends go in peace.
The wind drops, no dissent, again everything stays quiet.
So go forward People
that hopes for a miracle
we elaborate the sorrow with an “Amen”.
From the rich in sober clothes, to the poor in spirit
let’s forget everything with an “Amen”.
And the man fell asleep and in his dream he created the
world, there he lived in harmony with the birds from the sky
and the fish from the sea,
the Earth was gifting its fruits in abundance
there was no war, death, diseases, suffering
and then he woke up ...
So move forward People
that hopes for a miracle
we go beyond the sorrow with an “Amen”.
From the rich in sober clothes, to the poor in spirit
forget everything with an “Amen”.