Текст и перевод песни Mikael Wiehe - Keops pyramid - Live

Keops pyramid - Live

Jag r en av dom som slavar p Kung Keops pyramid
Och det r vi som jobbar nere invid foten
Och vi sliter och vi svettas fr att inte tappa tid
Och det r synd om dom som inte fyller kvoten
Har man en gng kommit hit
Blir man aldrig mera fri
Om man slutar hr s slutar man i gropen
Men om kungen sgs att han r son av solen

Bakom femton dubbla reglar, bakom femton dubbla ls
Hller rikedomen hov i maktens salar
Hr finns ingenting som hotar, hr finns ingenting som str
Hr r tankarna och rummen lika svala
Och om ngon mste d
Eller ngra ska ha sp
Finns det andra som kan verkstlla besluten
Hit hrs aldrig ngestropen eller tjuten

Men nr natten blir lng
Brukar vi sjunga en sng
Som dom som styr oss kan hra i vinden
Om ett folk som levde en gng
Som ville bygga ett torn
Som skulle rcka nda upp till himlen
Men ju hgre man kom
Ju mera skilde sej dom
Som bodde dr uppe ifrn dom andra
Och till sist blev tornet s hgt
Att dom dr upp och nere
Inte lngre frstod varandra
Och d rasade tornet samman

S det verkar som om det i varje tid och i
Alla sorters folk
Finns ngra som vill skapa pyramider
Dr dom sjlva sitter verst och har makten i sin hand
Medan dom som lever nedanfr lyder
Men om dom dr uppe i det bl
Inte lngre vill frst
Utan fraktar alla dom som ger dom mat
Ska pyramiderna till sist bli deras grav

Keops pyramid - Live

I am one of those who toil on King Keops' pyramid
And it is we who work down near the foot
And we strive and we sweat so as not to waste time
And it is a pity for those who do not fulfill their quota
Once you have come here
You are never free again
If you stop here, you will end up in the pit
But if the king says that he is the son of the sun

Behind fifteen double bolts, behind fifteen double locks
The power in the halls of power holds its wealth in reserve
Here there is nothing that threatens, here there is nothing that opposes
Here the thoughts and the rooms are equally cold
And if someone must die
Or some must be fed
There are others who can carry out the decisions
Here no cry of anguish or howling is ever heard

But as the night grows long
We often sing a song
That those who rule us can hear in the wind
About a people who once lived
Who wanted to build a tower
That would reach all the way up to heaven
But the higher they climbed
The more they separated themselves
Who lived up there from the others
And finally the tower became so high
That those up there and down below
No longer understood each other
And then the tower collapsed

So it seems that in every age and in
All sorts of people
There are some who want to create pyramids
Where they themselves sit at the top and have power in their hands
While those who live below obey
But if those up there in comfort
No longer want to understand
But fear all those who feed them
The pyramids will ultimately become their grave