Ludwig Von 88
New Orleans
This Happy Day Is Really Too Sad
Go around in circles without stamping your feet
After two or three hours of waiting
From patience generates the idea
We think of murder as a dilettante
Rejoice the world with healthy pleasures
For a scandal put them in a trance
Which of us will have the hay
To swing on the gallows
After all they cut off their heads
If they have sinned they are guilty
Justice vents or is stubborn
So innocent that God keep them
When two or three drops pass through the veins
Our heads begin to spin
After a few seconds of gas
There are still your dreams to breathe
From four or five turns
We hear the vertebrae cracking
High time to proclaim your love
Men or women funeral directors
As wolves howl at death
Let us cry out loud in our spite
As Callas vocalizes
Let us chant our love of life
When twelve blows make the bells vibrate
When the morons oscillate in sync
Winning puppet courts
The great favor of the guillotine
When 5:30 makes us sing
The last waltz of the condemned
May the first one to shed a tear
Be immediately put to death
May the sky be blue this summer
Even if the sentence 'darkens
Clearly we are doomed
To end up far from paradise

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