War

When the orchestra plays out, The copper will melt, and the conductor will die; When the prisoner deceives the guards And signs the judge's verdict; When the decrepit old woman Sees the living tear as poison, I know that a storm will break through the blue sky And strike the city; I know that there will be a war, Minds will dull, hearts will break, And a girl with a bullet in her forehead It will laugh loudly over the corpse of her father, The dogs will break free from their chains And leave their masters drenched in blood, Take your best songs with you when you leave, And tear up the rest, Believe me, I draw what I see, I love this city, I love its people, But those who look at my paintings will twist Their cursed mouths, And I will not live to see the storm, So wouldn't it be better to stab your heart and put your chest on the barrel? I know that's the only way To climb the rack without touching the throne...!