Telika: SO WOULD MY DEATH
nmillar: A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.
To die for ideas, the idea is excellent
I for one almost died from not having had it
Because all those who had it, overwhelming multitude
Screaming for death, ganged up on me
They managed to convince me, and my insolent muse
Recanting its mistakes joins their religion
With a tiny reservation however :
Let's die for ideas, okay, but a slow death
Okay, but a slow death
Estimating that there is no pressing danger
Let's journey to the next world while wandering on the way
Because, when hurrying, it sometimes happen that we die
For ideas outdated on the next day
And if there is one bitter distressing thing ever,
When giving back your soul to God, it is to notice
That we've gone down the wrong path, followed the wrong idea.
Let's die for ideas, okay, but a slow death
Okay, but a slow death
The Saint John Golden Mouths who preach martyrdom
Most often, by the way, take their time here below
Dying for ideas, no pun intended,
Is their reason to live, they don't deprive themselves of it
On almost every side, you can see some outdoing
Soon Mathusala when it comes to longevity.
I deduce that they must be telling themselves, as an aside,
Let's die for ideas, okay, but a slow death
Okay, but a slow death
Ideas demanding the glorious sacrifice,
Cults of all sorts offer quantities of them
And the question is begged, for novice victims
To die for ideas is very nice, yes, but which ones ?
And as all are, amongst themselves, very much alike
When he sees them coming with their big flags
The wise man, hesitating, walks around his tomb
Let's die for ideas, okay, but a slow death
Okay, but a slow death
And even, if a few massacres were sufficient
For everything to change, to get better
Since all these great dawns, where so many heads have fallen,
We would already have reached heaven on earth.
But the golden age is always postponed to the end of times
The Gods are ever thirsty, they never get enough
And it's death, death ever repeated
Let's die for ideas, okay, but a slow death
Okay, but a slow death
You all, firestarters, you all, good apostles
Please die first, we stand aside for you
But please, for god's sake, let the others live
Life is more or less their only luxury on earth
Because, after all, the grim reaper is watchul enough
She doesn't need help to hold her scythe for her
Enough with the dances of death around the scaffolds
Let's die for ideas, okay, but a slow death
Okay, but a slow death
