| Lyrics |
Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn
Vopsite cu trei culori, p
ãzesc pe marginea soselei
Fînt
îna celor... crediciosi!
Trei cruci pe marginea soseleicu gesturi largi de m
îini bolnave
Opresc din drum pe c
ãl
ãtorisi parc
ã-s trei sp
înzur
ãtori
De care at
îrn
ã trei crisosi...Într-o zi împinsi de-acelasi funerar îndemn
Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia
Cumintii se-nt
îlnir
ã cu nebunii
Copiii mortilor de m
îine se-nt
îlnir
ã cu p
ãrintii..."
Se-armatele-ncepur
ã lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn
Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."..ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nuf
ãr
Iar tricolorul nebuniei, închis cu grij
ã-n c
îte-in cuf
ãr
De craniu omenesc...
Sta gata s
ã se desf
ãsoare la cea dint
îi îngenuncheare
A albului domnesc...Îns
ã-n ziu-aceea cerul înnegrit de fum p
ãrea
Un tavan de catedral
ã ce se n
ãruia"
Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"
Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mei negru si-albastrulse-nnegrea...
Si-n ziu-aceea cerul înnegrit de fum p
ãrea
Un tavan de catedral
ã ce se n
ãruia
Si multimea-nsp
ãim
întat
ã, spre clopotnitele-aprinse
Se-ndrumeaz
ã grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc pl
îng
înd
Pl
îng ca resturil unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul st
ã deoparte
Si z
îmbeste ... fredon
înd:
Blasfemiei!"
Iar tricolorul nebuniei ad
ãpostea pe-nving
ãtori!"TRANSLATION:"
Banner Of Blasphemy"
Three wooden crosses - Three huge crosses of wood
Painted with three colors - On the margin of the road
Guarding the fountain of the believers
Three crosses on the margin of the road
With gestures made by morbid hands
They hinder wanderers whilst passing
Like three gallows on holy lands
Where three cristians are hanging...
Inclined by a funeral stir
On a fatal sky, so blur
Like two armies enticed to war
The mad have fallen upon the brave
The children of morrows dead
Their parents had met
In the shade of the wooden crosses
The armies began their battle
Aside... the banner of creedance flattered
White and clean
Like the cleanest white men have seen
And the blasphemic flag of madness
Safely embedded in each humen skull
Was ready to unfold at the first
Subjugation of the royal white
On the same day, blackened by fumes
The heavens seem to be the ceiling
Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding
And the fumes of the burning steeples
Opened in the celestial blue
The way of another fume
Blacker, heavier, and the blue
Has become black, too
So the horrified people
Hasten to the burning steeples
The brave behold whilst crying
Like the remnants of a defeated army
And the madmen stay aside
Grinning and humming: Blasphemy
And the tricolor of madness was sheltering
The conquerors!
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