Testi di Up The Tower - Protomartyr

Up The Tower (originale)

I gave him a cigarette
So he opened up his head
The man forever on the corner
He called it his pre-vision:
Unhorse for me, dear sir
The marble emperor
Defenestrate the king
The howling waves of people
Crashing through the first blockade
The guards — they washed away
They thundered up the stairwell
Until they reached that golden door
They knocked upon the golden door
Knock it down Knock it down
Knock it down Knock it down
Knock it down Knock it down
Knock it down Knock it down
Knock it down Knock it down
Knock it down Knock it down
Knock it down Knock it down
Knock it down Knock it down
The portraits in the hallway
Look better smashed upon the floor
Gaudy baubles — turned to dust
The hatred he brewed within us
Is now crashing loud upon his shore
The vultures returned to roost
What a lovely view
Horizon looks like fire
Open up the window
Let the light in
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
Throw him out Throw him out Throw him out
What a lovely view
From the window
What a lovely dream

(traduzione)

Gli ho dato una sigaretta
Così ha aperto la testa
L'uomo per sempre all'angolo
Lo ha chiamato la sua previsione:
Unhorse per me, caro signore
L'imperatore di marmo
Defenestra il re
Le onde ululanti di persone
Sfondare il primo blocco
Le guardie... si sono lavate via
Hanno tuonato su per la tromba delle scale
Finché non hanno raggiunto quella porta d'oro
Bussarono alla porta d'oro
Abbattilo Abbassalo
Abbattilo Abbassalo
Abbattilo Abbassalo
Abbattilo Abbassalo
Abbattilo Abbassalo
Abbattilo Abbassalo
Abbattilo Abbassalo
Abbattilo Abbassalo
I ritratti nel corridoio
Sembra migliore fracassato sul pavimento
Palline sgargianti: trasformate in polvere
L'odio che ha prodotto dentro di noi
Ora sta schiantandosi forte sulla sua riva
Gli avvoltoi sono tornati al posatoio
Che bella vista
L'orizzonte sembra fuoco
Apri la finestra
Lascia entrare la luce
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
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Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori Buttalo fuori
Che bella vista
Dalla finestra
Che bel sogno