DISCIPLINE  IN FROST

(Ruggero Leoncavallo; L. van Beethoven)

Is this the sentence

Without objective and tense

Without predicate and sense

Defective and derived

 

Modal negation

Indirect accusation

The final subjugation

Ungoverned and deprived

 

                           only the dilapidated

                                   wait  for a signal from the sky

                             I saw the last generation

                                   wake me up with a lullaby

 

               Refr.:    let’s sing the SONG OF JOY

                             before the game is over

                             (come on and) sing the SONG OF JOY

                             and declare No More Hell

 

                             let’s sing the SONG OF JOY

                             against the paths of sorrow

                             we’ll sing the SONG OF JOY

                             like there was no tomorrow

 

 Is this the verdict

Regressive and imperfect

Prone to adject and inflict

Guilty without a cause

 

Solecist disorder

Without a distinct border

Without semantic holder

With no case and no clause

 

                          only the disintegrated

                                 look for a vision in the air

                            I saw the Worst Secretary

                                 turn me into a teddy bear

 

                Refr.:   let’s sing the SONG OF JOY

                             before the war is over

                             (come on and) sing the SONG OF JOY

                             versus Huxley and Orwell

 

                              let’s sing the SONG OF JOY

                              against the fields of mayhem

                              we’ll sing the SONG OF JOY

                              just to bluntly shame them

 

 Is this the judgement

Without context or extent

Without syntax or accent

Neither rhyme nor reason

 

Conditional mood

Far beyond evil and good

Correctly misunderstood

A linguistic treason

 

                              only the demotivated

                              pray for a feedback to deep space

                              I saw the absolute supper

                              tell me about the saving grace

 

                 Refr.:   let’s sing the SONG OF JOY

                              before the dream is over

                              (come on and) sing the SONG OF JOY

                              with a colt revolver

 

                              let’s sing the SONG OF JOY

                              against the walls of wailing

                              we’ll sing the SONG OF JOY

                              the paean of the plaything