The one who told the best joke got to be the king of fools
Was dressed in gold, purple and introduced to everyone
After the nightfall, dusk, it didn't amuse anymore
So with his skins and bones he was mussed back into the ground
The poor one (2x)
Because in the city of merchants Mercury is the god
with shifting moods trades the souls for the current price
and the others eat their parents, the others their children
with the advices of a haruspex they are accusing each other
And we are always here
under the same eternal sky
Looking at our dead image
from the eternally pale eye of the moon
refrain:
Do you want to hear the good news or the bad news first (3x)
Braids out of snakes, hands out of bronze, the eyes so full of fear, wickedness
that everyone who meets that gaze will soon turn into their own image
In time immemorial an advice was given: if the wise can't manage,
can't keep the stupid, the greedy in check, then he should go
And we are always here
under the same eternal sky
Looking at our dead image
from the eternally pale eye of the moon
refrain (3x)