Tekst :
Z wielkiej ciszy przebudzenie.
Głosy rozcinały mrok.
Wychodzili z bram jak cienie
Połączone siecią rąk.
I ta czyli obłąkani
Nieświadomi już bez trosk
A on ich zamieniał w kamień
Niepojęty ludzki los.
Co to znaczy czemu znowu bije dzwon.
Co to znaczy czemu znowu bije dzwon.
Co to znaczy czemu znowu bije dzwon
(chórek w tle)
I dlaczego nikt nie płacze
Teraz gdy przemówił On.
Opadają strzępy zdarzeń,
W góre sie unosi ląd.
Wstają piramidy ognia
Osuszają morza łez.
Gdy wypisują słowa.
Które utraciły sens.
Ludzie tanczą nieustannie.
Do połowy taniec trwa.
Podeptane resztki prawdy
Z wyciem psa porywa wiatr.
Ludzie tańczą nieustannie
Orgia obłąkanych mas.
A On ich zamienia w kamień.
W nieśmiertelny zimny głaz.
Co to znaczy czemu znowu bije dzwon...
Tekst :
Looking at his eyes I think of someone else
I have stayed, but my heart has not
I look at the lights of the night, yet I think of white clouds
A night like this is too boring
And that time, that night was so captivating
I cannot understand any of the boisterous jokes
Confused amidst the crowd of people, I seem to be in outer space
My empty arms seem to embrace
It seems to be me but it isn t me
And I m just creating my dreams
There is no end to sleepwalking at whim
Sky and earth seem so free
People actually love to sleepwalk
Consciousness is filled with too many curses
This flighty existence is the only thing I feel I own
I develop according to my moods
[I m] in midst of the vivacity, yet my heart isn t there
I mumble to myself, my inspiration flies about
I m sitting in the car, it s as if I m flying over the fields
It s too stifling this way
Yet my moods are so entangled
Sky and earth are free
Love to sleepwalk, it s freer than sky and earth
Only when sleepwalking can I find no boundaries
Need to sleepwalk, it s freer than sky and earth
Let me sleepwalk, I find no boundaries
Tekst :
Have you heard the one about the Irishman?
Sick and tired of Irish jokes
He said farewell to all his folks (bye bye)
Left his home to have some fun
Packed his clothes and a gatling gun
Secretly, with ill intent
Into the House of Parliament
Where politicians sit and croak (hear hear)
Inventing all those racist jokes
He pulls the gun out from his coat
And loudly shouts out Here s my vote!
Have you heard the one about the Irishman?
...he had the last laugh.