Machiavel - mr. street fair lyrics

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<b>mr. street fair</b> by <i>Machiavel</i><br />(Marc Ysaye - Albert Letecheur)

"Do you hear the drums of your end

Of the world ?"

For hundred of years he had been

Journeying around the cold planet

With his magical merry-round

He was very far in his trajectory

His little chimerical roundabout chislessly

Orbited the earth to entertain the citizens

"Do you hear the drums of your end ?"

"Do you hear your end of the world ?"

It was always the same cold reflectssong,

Coming across on the fourth ring

He wondered where that blue voice came from,

Always that voice !

The rainbows and the sunrise containers

Were attracted to another place

"Well after all it stayed

Just the ruins and blocs of steel,

The only survivors of the catastrophe !"

They had always listened to him,

Why should they stop ?

Why should they stop now ?

He did not really understand

Why he was the only one left

All other men had been disintegrated

By the light of the trip

So why he, he and his merry-go-round ?

And yet, one day, all would cease

No one came to see him, no more

No one to listen to his song

had his roundabout broken down ?

And why did the rings stretch away

On another side ?

"Do you hear the drums

Of your end of the world ?"

All around him nothing, nothing left,

Only emptiness...

He perceived from afar streets

Playing ball just like before

He saw the children of the Return

Building tall museums

Where they went to hear

Rock And Roll music

The music that came

From the nights of Time

He was going to meet

The end of his world !

As he went, he caught a glimps

Of a huge brazier

Which was belching out strange death machin

Their favourite daintiness

With his merry-go-round

Firmly fixed in his mind,

Sitting on a wooden horse, off he went...

But, he knew that he’d come back one day

After the next great killing was done !

For the last time, they could hear...