Disco Sally [English translation]

The poor on spirit will come

In a line and will ask

Us to let them be the way they are now, floating...in peace

And the pusillanimous too

Will want a less cruel destinySomething that allows them temprorize...murmur...

The mollecular clock stopped a long time ago

It has left a dead tic-tac echo in the surroundings

An old Superstar got tired of waiting

She had her fifteen minutes, not one more, not one less

There is no exception nor condition

even irony had to end

Someone told that in New York,

Disco Sally has stopped dancing

The last neanderthal will go,

No one can help him

The Homo Sapiens won't hear him scream...howl...

The fallen angel will climb up

to the top and will jump

Because the wings don't let him breath, nor fly

The mollecular clock stopped a long time ago

It has left a dead tic-tac echo in the surroundings

An old Superstar got tired of waiting

She had her fifteen minutes, not one more, not one less

There is no exception nor condition

even irony had to end

Someone told that in New York,

Disco Sally has stopped dancing

There is no exception nor condition

even irony had to end

Let me be here, I want to float, in piece