Roger Waters - 'In Paris there's a rumble under the ground...' | Текст песни

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• 'In Paris there's a rumble under the ground...'

TROUBLEMAKER
In Paris there’s a rumble under the ground
It’s a sound of the printing press
And like a volcano when it blows
It spews out ideas like confetti, like snow

BOY
Read all about it!
Hold the front page!
The street’s a theatre
Each cafe...

CHORUS & CHILDREN
...A stage!

RINGMASTER
But under every cafe awning
There appears this papal warning

TROUBLEMAKER
His Holiness the Pope, I fear
Believes the Rights of Man to be a bad idea

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
The Pope does not want the Rights of Man

COMPANY
The Pope does not want the Rights of Man

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He finds them too profane

COMPANY

He finds them too profane

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
When a man bites the apple

COMPANY
When a man bites the apple

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He gets a taste for liberty

COMPANY
He gets a taste for liberty

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He gets...a taste for liberty

MALE CHORUS
He gets...a taste for liberty

ALTAR BOY
The Pope declares that it’s a sin

MALE CHORUS
The Pope declares that it’s a sin

TROUBLEMAKER
So let us raid the apple tree
Although the Pope does not agree

He blesses us with sleight of hand
He doesn’t want the Rights of Man

ALTAR BOY
The Pope declares that it’s a sin

MALE CHORUS
The Pope declares that it’s a sin

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
The Pope declares that it’s...a sin
People are sharing the apples
The Pope says, "Bless you but it’s still a sin"

COMPANY
The Pope says, "Bless you but it’s still a sin"

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
The Pope gives his blessing with sleight of hand

COMPANY
The Pope gives his blessing with sleight of hand

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He doesn’t want the

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST & MALE CHORUS
Rights...of Man

ALTAR BOY
The Pope declares that it’s a sin

MALE CHORUS
The Pope declares that it’s a sin

TROUBLEMAKER
But the Pope can change his mind like that
Like trying on a different hat
Turning on the stars above the politics and God and love
Turning like an apple that shrivels on the sand

And when the core is rotten
No one tastes the Rights of Man

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
You never taste the Rights of Man...

CHORUS
He does not want the Rights of Man
The Pope does not want the Rights of Man
He’s made his stand
He washes his hands
The Pope does not want... the Rights of Man

REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
Nothing but a prayer to hope for
Nothing but a little wine to dream
Nothing for this hunger but a handful of grain
The horizon always the same

REVOLUTIOANRY PRIEST & TROUBLEMAKER
Rooted in this earth
Like our parents dead and gone
Like the trees which are our emblem
The horizon just goes on and on
We’ll change it with a forest

REVOLUTIOANRY PRIEST, TROUBLEMAKER & CHORUS
The olive and the oak tree
Will be our flags!

Curtain