Evolução - Plebe Rude перевод на английский

Evolução

O homem no começo para se locomover
Quando desejava o mundo inteiro conhecer
Tinha que caminhar

Inventou a roda e com o eixo fez
Uma porção de engrenagens
Que rodavam ao invés do homem trabalhar

Inventou a arma descobrir o poder
A espécie mais fraca irá obedecer
A era da razão

Conquistou os mares ou por todo o planeta
Fez linhas divisórias que chamava de fronteira
Evolução

E isso chamava de evolução
Um novo conceito a cada geração
O homem modernizava cada vez mais
E pelo progresso andava pra trás

Contaminou a terra e poluiu o ar
Fui eu para lua e disse eu vou pra lá
Nova fronteira

E depois que todo o lixo espacial
Atendeu o seu chamado gravitacional
Nova lixeira

Do meio do lixo homem parou pra pensar
Com o universo domado só faltava atacar
Seu semelhante

Depois da terceira guerra mundial
As armas que sobraram eram pedras e paus
Do homem errante

E foi nesse dia de juízo final
Que o homem prestou contas porque cuidou tão mal
Da terra que a evolução passou pra trás
Agora será a vez dos animais

Evolution

In the beginning, man, to get around, my dear,
When he desired to know the whole world, my sweet,
Had to walk, you see.

He invented the wheel and with the axle he made,
A lot of gears,
That turned instead of man having to work, just imagine.

He invented the weapon, discovered power, oh yes,
The weaker species will obey, for sure,
The age of reason, they say.

He conquered the seas, all over the planet he strode,
He made dividing lines he called borders, you know,
Evolution, they crowed.

And this he called evolution, can you believe?
A new concept with each generation, it would seem,
Man modernized more and more, a relentless drive,
And for progress, he walked backwards, darling, alive.

He polluted the earth and the air, a sorry sight,
Went to the moon and said, "I'm going there," with all his might,
New frontier, so bright.

And after all the space junk, just floating around,
Answered its gravitational call, down to the ground,
New landfill, earthbound.

Amidst the garbage, man stopped to think, what a mess,
With the universe tamed, all that was left to attack, I confess,
Was his fellow man, no less.

After the third world war, a devastating blow,
The weapons that remained were sticks and stones, you know,
Of wandering man, so low.

And it was on this day of final judgment, it's true,
That man gave account for why he took such poor care, through and through,
Of the earth that evolution passed over, anew,
Now it will be the animals' turn, it's due.