There’s nothing left to do but dance
We know; we’re not so stupid
We know what tomorrow will be like
And that we won’t be invited to the party
From the edge of the trenches
Far, far above our heads
On the dark blue horizon
We see the storm coming
There’s no point thinking about it
The one who’s at the controls
With one hand throws the dice
And with the other, stops them
Without wanting to offend you
If the skies must open
It will be on our pierced roofs
And that, we’re not so stupid we know it
In our patched up clothing
We’ve bowed down so many times
We have never gathered
Anything but leftovers and crumbs
The Carnival is going to pass by
The floats and the majorettes
With the thrown confetti
We’ll fill our plates
Without wanting to offend you
If the skies must open
It will be on our pierced roofs
And that, we’re not so stupid we know it
We will be as announced
It not worth us worrying about
The first to get kicked out
We know the recipe
There’s nothing left to do but dance
We know; we’re not so stupid
We know what tomorrow will be like
And that we won’t be invited to the party
Without wanting to offend you
Without wanting to offend you
We’re not so stupid, we know it
We know…