Dear innocents, I'll tell you a story:
Luxury is apparent in the medieval castle,
exploiting the people without knowing what working is,
collecting taxes to be able to parasitize.
His majesty, the People serve the king.
His majesty, the Peope carry out your law.
A young villager who likes to think
asks interested why is there inequality?
I've torn open my hands from working
and the king does not pass his staff. Lives on others.
His majesty...
THE KING, the king, skipping above the law.
THE KING, the king, charming loafer. (encore)
Centuries keep passing by, the tradition continues
and the king remains on his throne holding on firmly to his chair.
His genes of royalty can grant the privilege
to his offspring being born to reign.
His majesty...
THE KING, the king, skipping above the law.
THE KING, the king, charming loafer. (encore)
His majesty...
THE KING, the king,...
THE KING, the king,...