Panis et Circencis [English translation]

I wanted to sing

a song illuminated by the sun

I raised the sails to the wind

I freed the tigers and the lions in the yard

But the people in the dining hall

Are busy being born and dying

I demanded that

a dagger of pure luminous steel be made

To kill my love and I killed her

At five o'clock on Central Avenue

But the people in the dining hall

Are busy being born and dying

I demanded that

leaves of dreams be planted in the Garden of the Sun

The leaves know how to seek the sun

And the roots seek, seek

But the people in the dining hall

These people in the dining hall

Are busy being born and dying

But the people in the dining hall

Are busy being born and dying