Down from the tower
I would throw all the artists
Because the trumpets of judgment will sound
For all those who believe in what they do
For the Spartans
Once it was the same
They threw off a cliff
Those who did badly
Down the tower
I would throw all the actors
And our lady of Turks
Mirror on the wall
Who among us is the best in the realm
And I would save
Who doesn't want to do anything
And I don't knows how to do anything
He who doesn't want to do anything
Down from the tower
I would throw away all the directors
The actors and the household appliances
For the eve of destruction
Antediluvian dinosaurs will return
A race of super-reptiles
That will be eaten scialalalalalà
The presenters
Especially the creative ones
Who play quizzes electronic
He who does but doesn't know what he's doing will be eaten
He who doesn't want to do anything will be saved
And doesn't know how to do anything
That he doesn't want to do anything