Sheeps
Pink Floyd
Lyrics:
Harmlessly passing your time
in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
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Letra:
Pasando inofensivamente tu tiempo
en los lejanos prados,
solo vagamente conscientes de una
cierta inquietud en el aire.
Mejor que vigiles, podría haber
perros por ahí.
He observado a Jordania y he
visto
que las cosas no son lo que
parecen.
¿Qué obtienes fingiendo que el
peligro no es real?
Manso y obediente, sigues al
líder
desciendes por los corredores
hacia el valle de acero.
¡Qué sorpresa!,
Una última mirada golpea tus
ojos,
ahora las cosas son realmente lo
que parecen.
No, no es un mal sueño.
El Señor es mi pastor, nada me
falta.
Él me hace caer en la mentira.
A través de verdes praderas, me
guió por las silenciosas aguas.
Con brillantes cuchillos, liberó
mi alma.
Me colgó con ganchos en lugares
altos
y me convirtió en chuletas de
cordero.
Porque he aquí, Él tiene gran
poder, y gran hambre.
Cuando llegue el día, nosotros
los humildes,
mediante silenciosa reflexión y
gran dedicación,
dominaremos el arte del karate.
He aquí, que nos levantaremos
y haremos que se humedezcan los
ojos de los necios.
Baleando y balbuceando, caímos en
su cuello con un grito.
Ola tras ola, vengadores dementes
marchan alegremente desde la
oscuridad adentrándose en el sueño.
¿Oyeron las noticias?
Los perros están muertos,
será mejor que permanezcan en
casa y hagan lo que se les dijo.
Quítense del camino si desean
llegar a viejos.
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