Keops pyramid - Mikael Wiehe

Jag r en av dom som slavar p Kung Keops pyramid

Och det r vi som jobbar nere invid foten

Och vi sliter och vi svettas fr att inte tappa tid

Och det r synd om dom som inte fyller kvoten

Har man en gng kommit hit

Blir man aldrig mera fri

Om man slutar hr s slutar man i gropen

Men om kungen sgs att han r son av solen

Bakom femton dubbla reglar, bakom femton dubbla ls

Hller rikedomen hov i maktens salar

Hr finns ingenting som hotar, hr finns ingenting som str

Hr r tankarna och rummen lika svala

Och om ngon mste d

Eller ngra ska ha sp

Finns det andra som kan verkstlla besluten

Hit hrs aldrig ngestropen eller tjuten

Men nr natten blir lng

Brukar vi sjunga en sng

Som dom som styr oss kan hra i vinden

Om ett folk som levde en gng

Som ville bygga ett torn

Som skulle rcka nda upp till himlen

Men ju hgre man kom

Ju mera skilde sej dom

Som bodde dr uppe ifrn dom andra

Och till sist blev tornet s hgt

Att dom dr upp och nere

Inte lngre frstod varandra

Och d rasade tornet samman

S det verkar som om det i varje tid och i

Alla sorters folk

Finns ngra som vill skapa pyramider

Dr dom sjlva sitter verst och har makten i sin hand

Medan dom som lever nedanfr lyder

Men om dom dr uppe i det bl

Inte lngre vill frst

Utan fraktar alla dom som ger dom mat

Ska pyramiderna till sist bli deras grav

I'm one of those slaves on King Pyramid's pyramid

And it is we who work down next to the foot

And we toil and we sweat to not lose time

And it's a shame for those who do not fill the quota

Have you come here once?

You will never be free again

If you stop here, you end up in the pit

But if the king is said to be the son of the sun

Behind fifteen double bars, behind fifteen double ls

Keep wealth rich in the halls of power

There is nothing threatening here, there is nothing threatening

Here the thoughts and the rooms are equally cool

And if ngon mste d

Or some should have sp

Are there others who can enforce the decisions

Never hear the snare or howl here

But when the night gets long

Do we usually sing a song

As those who control us can roar in the wind

About a people who lived once

Who wanted to build a tower

That would reach up to heaven

But the higher one came

The more they differed

Who lived up there from the others

And finally the tower became so high

That they pull up and down

No longer understood each other

And then the tower collapsed

S it seems that in every time and in

All kinds of people

There are some who want to create pyramids

Where they themselves sit worst and have power in their hand

While those who live below obey

But if they pull up in it, among other things

No longer want to first

But carry all those who give them food

Should the pyramids eventually become their tomb