miércoles, 26 de diciembre de 2012

Oh children

Una canción que escuchar cuando absolutamente todo va mal, una canción para cerrar los ojos, tomar aire, e intentar olvidar por un momento todo. Dejaos llevar con la melodía, lejos...



Pass me that lovely little gun 
My dear, my darting one 
The cleaners are coming, one by one 
You don't even want to let them start 

They are knocking now upon your door 
They measure the room, they know the score 
They're mopping up the butcher's floor 
Of your broken little hearts 

O children 

Forgive us now for what we've done 
It started out as a bit of fun 
Here, take these before we run away 
The keys to the gulag 

O children 
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice 
Children 
Rejoice, rejoice 

Here comes Frank and poor old Jim 
They're gathering round with all my friends 
We're older now, the light is dim 
And you are only just beginning 

O children 

We have the answer to all your fears 
It's short, it's simple, it's crystal dear 
It's round about, it's somewhere here 
Lost amongst our winnings 

O children 
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice 
Children 
Rejoice, rejoice 

The cleaners have done their job on you 
They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove 
They've hosed you down, you're good as new 
They're lining up to inspect you 

O children 

Poor old Jim's white as a ghost 
He's found the answer that was lost 
We're all weeping now, weeping because 
There ain't nothing we can do to protect you 

O children 
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice 
Children 
Rejoice, rejoice

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