Track

Poor Yorick

By The Ark Phoenix Project
1 Plays
If we seem buffoons It's just because Compared with your face of stone We are restless bones Climbing upstairs upside down To break your throne If we are sad sadistic clowns It's just because We drank deep of hebenon Even from the moist kings crowns Their scarce hair, dyed green, as they frowned With the unknown poison We have just a last resort If we decide to fight the vogue As long as our sword is our tongue Let's yowl and joke and so forth All! the! jes! ters! hanging in the rope! Society denies jugglers and jokes Bones in a common pit...beneath the slope Where once our language was wicked hop When even Poor Yorick used to talk! A Spook Oddfellow that hooks the lover Now is looked as a book judged by the cover Hard to find a pooka in the cliffs of Moher as hard as meet Poor Tom in the white cliffs of Dover A fool always becomes his own four leaf clover We have just a last resort If we decide to fight the vogue As long as our sword is our tongue Let's yowl and joke and so forth And so forth All! the! jo! kers! are bored without task! Acrobats buried elephants without tusks So, what a circus without a clown So, what a kingdom of fools carrying crowns When not even Poor Yorick use to talk! All! the! jes! ters! hanging in the rope! Society denies jugglers and jokes Bones in a common pit...beneath the slope Where once our language was wicked hop When even Poor Yorick used to talk! Poor Yorick and Poor Tom heard the call Please, Poor Tom don't let Poor Yorick fall Traduccion Al Castellano Pobre Yorick Si parecemos bufones Es solo porque Comparados con tu cara de piedra Somos huesos inquietos Subiendo escaleras cabeza abajo Para romper tu trono Si somos tristes payasos sádicos Es solo porque Bebimos abundante hebenón Incluso de las húmedas coronas de los reyes Su escaso pelo, teñido de verde, mientras fruncían el ceño Ante el veneno desconocido Solo nos queda un último recurso Si decidimos luchar contra la moda Mientras nuestra espada sea nuestra lengua Aullaremos y bromearemos y así sucesivamente ¡Todos! ¡los! ¡bu! ¡fones! ¡colgando de la soga! La sociedad niega a malabaristas y bromas Huesos en una fosa común… bajo la pendiente Donde antes nuestro lenguaje era perfido lupulo Cuando incluso el Pobre Yorick solía hablar Un Compañero Espectral que engancha al amante Ahora es visto como un libro juzgado por la portada Difícil hallar un pooka en los acantilados de Moher Tan difícil c

genre

Rock
Released 9/12/26, 5m 23s

Hybrid

AI