Lyrics and translation Tim O'Brien - The Wicked Messenger

The Wicked Messenger

There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied
The smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
He answered with his thumb
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter.

He stayed behind the assembly hall
It was there he made his bed
Oftentimes he could be seen returning
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which read
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning"

Oh, the leaves began to fallin'
And the seas began to part
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told but these few words
Which opened up his heart
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"

Le Messager Maléfique

Il y avait un messager maléfique
Qui vint d'Eli
Avec un esprit qui multipliait
Le plus petit sujet
Lorsqu'on lui demanda qui l'avait envoyé
Il répondit avec son pouce
Car sa langue ne pouvait pas parler, mais seulement flatter.

Il resta derrière la salle d'assemblée
C'est là qu'il fit son lit
On le voyait souvent revenir
Jusqu'à ce qu'un jour il apparut
Avec une note dans sa main qui disait
"Les semelles de mes pieds, je jure qu'elles brûlent"

Oh, les feuilles ont commencé à tomber
Et les mers ont commencé à se séparer
Et les gens qui le confrontèrent étaient nombreux
Et on lui dit ces quelques mots
Qui ouvrirent son cœur
"Si tu ne peux pas apporter de bonnes nouvelles, alors n'en apporte pas."