Liberation
The man who jumps from the long and hollow bridge
The woman who cuts herself open
The madman who screams to the skies high above
The widow who wipes her pain away
Through pills and medicine
The shot of a bullet that passes through
The desperate skull of a grieving father
The rope that let's the child
Hanged from the ceiling
In a last effort
To end his suffering
The zeitgeist of the modern times
The escape from reality
An organism's vulnerability
Le mode de vie dans cet milieu noir
A beleza da natureza humana
É o que a torna assustadora
Mundos criados pela mente
Vidas criadas por loucos
Vontades involuntárias
Obrigações morais
Dores constantes
Por isso, berrem o grito da libertação
Porque os insanos estão prontos
Os homens estão fartos
E os animais têm fome
Libertem as bestas
Para acabar com o vosso sofrimento
Soltem os vossos grilhões
Libertem as vossas fantasias
Corram nus e saltem do precipício
E sejam, finalmente, livres
These mad beings
Try the absurd
To reach the point
Of liberation and ecstasy
To release their bodies
From the scars
And all the pain that remains
And through the absurd
They ought to reach
The cathartic release
And with that
Freedom
For the first time
In their lives
The woman who cuts herself open
The madman who screams to the skies high above
The widow who wipes her pain away
Through pills and medicine
The shot of a bullet that passes through
The desperate skull of a grieving father
The rope that let's the child
Hanged from the ceiling
In a last effort
To end his suffering
The zeitgeist of the modern times
The escape from reality
An organism's vulnerability
Le mode de vie dans cet milieu noir
A beleza da natureza humana
É o que a torna assustadora
Mundos criados pela mente
Vidas criadas por loucos
Vontades involuntárias
Obrigações morais
Dores constantes
Por isso, berrem o grito da libertação
Porque os insanos estão prontos
Os homens estão fartos
E os animais têm fome
Libertem as bestas
Para acabar com o vosso sofrimento
Soltem os vossos grilhões
Libertem as vossas fantasias
Corram nus e saltem do precipício
E sejam, finalmente, livres
These mad beings
Try the absurd
To reach the point
Of liberation and ecstasy
To release their bodies
From the scars
And all the pain that remains
And through the absurd
They ought to reach
The cathartic release
And with that
Freedom
For the first time
In their lives
Credits
Writer(s): David Pissarro
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