On the television
of a known face, strolls the ass
that desperately, from channel to channel
looks for a secure job.
There are radio rumors
that, in a sensuous voice bet on war,
Improbable or distant, possibly global.
Better to be alert.
The newspapers headline
with concerted euphoria, that life is expensive
and it's not christian to celebrate.
And yet, we must celebrate.
I'll never know if it's better to die in battle
or to get the medal for "I'll never fight".
I'll never know, if it's wiser to be hook's bait
or a hard-hair shark to be feared.
I'll never know why I have to be a gentleman
if they take my horse and I have to go on foot.
I'll never know if it's compensatory to sell so much my soul
and then reclaim it with shoots like this: Boom! Boom! Boom! Hey!
I'll never know.
On television
hearts dance to the rhythm of tragedies.
When we are wounded, I don't know why,
we are all at our best.
And in the absolute chaos, the body demands that the party starts already.
Hard blows to be celebrated.
Worse times to celebrate.
I'll never know if it's better to die in battle
or to get the medal for "I'll never fight".
I'll never know, if it's wiser to be hook's bait
or a hard-hair shark to be feared.
I'll never know why I have to be a gentleman
if they take my horse and I have to go on foot.
I'll never know if it's compensatory to sell so much my soul
and then reclaim it with shoots like this: Boom! Boom! Boom! Hey!
I'll never know.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Hey!
I'll never know.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Hey!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Hey!