Serviço de utilidade pública para tempos loucos: o hino anti radicalismo do George Brassens, um cara que sabia das coisas. Versão em inglês do Pierre de Gailland https://youtube/watch?v=G3AL7NU6Wn4 A original, em francês, com legendas https://youtube/watch?v=ql38v9AjjlM Spotify:https://open.spotify/album/04TUNgL93ptI5jEWX5XN6D/0n0IZ93NNfY4DIGzU6rMZr To die for your ideas (Mourir Pour Des Idees) To die for your ideas, an excellent idea One time I almost died for lack of having it When all the teeming hordes who had it before me Ran screaming to my door in a murderous fit My muse eventually caved in to their request Lamenting her mistakes, she rallied for their cause With just a whisper of regret giving her pause Lets die for our ideas, but make it a slow death OK, make it a slow, slow death Seeing as we are free to linger in this life Lets take our own sweet time reaching the afterglow For, if we hurry up, we might actually die For an idea thats out of fashion tomorrow Yet, if theres one thing sure to make you feel depressed It is to realize upon your dying day That you took the wrong path, that you made a mistake Lets die for our ideas, but make it a slow death OK, make it a slow, slow death The fundamentalists who cry the martyrs cry Are usually the ones who linger on this earth To die for their ideals, for whatever its worth Is their main obsession, it motivates their life In almost every camp, every holy domain These are the ones who will outlive Methuselem Which leads me to conclude their favorite refrains Lets die for our ideas, but make it a slow death OK, make it a slow, slow death Ideas which demand the famous sacrifice Are endlessly revived by sects of every stripe And every new victim wonders before he dies To die for an idea is lovely, but which type? And since theyre all about the same in most respects The wise man, when he sees their mighty banners wave Will always hesitate, as he sidesteps the grave Lets die for our ideas, but make it a slow death OK, make it a slow, slow death If a few killing fields, a few communal graves Were all it took to do the trick once and for all With all the nights of terror, all the heads that fall Youd think by now the whole world would be saved Alas, the golden age is constantly delayed The gods are thirsty yet, theyre never satisfied So death and death resumes, and still more people die Lets die for our ideas, but make it a slow death OK, make it a slow, slow death Oh all you firebrands, all you fishers of men Please be the first to die, well get out of your way But, for the love of god, let the rest of us live Life is the last luxury left us anyway The reaper is a crafty type and needs no help No need to speed his work by sharpening his blade So stop your dance of death, youre only giving aid Lets die for our ideas, but make it a slow death OK, make it a slow, slow death https://youtube/watch?v=G3AL7NU6Wn4
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 17:11:06 +0000
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