My very great laziness calls for criticism
They blame me, they want me to put it to music
And to sing it in a soporific air
Lazy blues
They call me a soft, nonchalant person who passes by
I would be the dream cantor of low masses
Sovereign remedy for stubborn insomnia
Lazy blues
I accept the sentence and I claims it
I'm not the dynamic executive type
And my voice is often anemic
Lazy blues
Sleep and do nothing, what's the matter? it's better
It's our dream for all bourgeois and workers
And what may there be in saying it gently
Lazy blues
Look for pleasure instead t than the medals
Arriving slowly long after the battle
And celebrating the nap rather than the work
Lazy blues
I know that my thought may seem subversive
In my last sleep I want it to survive
And that it comforts my idle soul mates
Lazy blues
And in this prayer in the form of a lullaby
I pray to the merciful deities
To welcome my lazy shadow into their bosom
Lazy blues

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