Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Panis et Circenses
Because I'm convinced the Internet is void of a decent English translation for this song, this is the best I can make of it:
Panis et Circenses
I'd like to sing
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
I drove the flags high on the slip of the wind
I send the lions to my neighbor's backyard
But all the people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
Till they die
I told the man
To make of stainless steel a very sharp sword
To kill my girlfriend on the heart and I did
At 5 o'clock outside the crowded bus stop
But all the people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
Till they die
I told the man
To sow the seeds of dreaming my bedroom floor
The leaves will know their way to reach out the sun
And there roots keep just going down, going down
But all the people having dinner inside
That same old people having dinner inside
But all the people having dinner inside
That same old people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
Till they die
Panis et Circenses
I'd like to sing
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
I drove the flags high on the slip of the wind
I send the lions to my neighbor's backyard
But all the people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
Till they die
I told the man
To make of stainless steel a very sharp sword
To kill my girlfriend on the heart and I did
At 5 o'clock outside the crowded bus stop
But all the people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
Till they die
I told the man
To sow the seeds of dreaming my bedroom floor
The leaves will know their way to reach out the sun
And there roots keep just going down, going down
But all the people having dinner inside
That same old people having dinner inside
But all the people having dinner inside
That same old people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
Till they die
