Yellow Cake
Miscellaneous
Last Vegas
(André Fernandez)
I crossed the desert
On the straight asphalt,
Whose delicate valley
Reminded me of the holy nausea
Of past conquests
On both sides of the black ribbon,
The blood of the aged nocides,
Spread in canyons
Where coppery roots moaned.
chorus: I crossed the desert,
I saw the blood of genocides
Water all these lands
To make the greedy towers grow.
On this side of the glass roofs,
People were counting money; Eager,
For power, and to do this,
were ready to make a great void.
A very sad heritage
That these great landscapes,
That hands have flanked
Lighted gougeattes of urban planners.
Seeds of misery,
Electric glass roofs,
Icy rods offered to the skies
Sometimes dropped by the clouds.
Chorus:
Everything crackles,
Everything smells bad.
Purge wounds serves, coin drawer
Capitol of damage.
In the desert shines Last Vegas...
So much light for so few scruples,
So much light that the night no longer repairs anything,
We chase it away. We oust him. We kill it in bubbles.
To take full advantage of our strengths and means.
Chorus