Progg klassiker

Translated lyrics:

I am one of those who slave at king Cheops’ pyramid, it is we who work down by the foot. We toil and we sweat, not to lose time, and it is a pity for those who don’t fill the quota.

Once you’ve come here, you’ll never be free again, if you end up here, you end up in the pit. But about the king they say he is the son of the sun.

Behind fifteen double bolts, behind fifteen double locks the opulent hold court in the halls of power. Here nothing is threatening, here nothing is bothering. Here the thoughts and the rooms are equally cool.

And if someone has to die or some are to get a beating there are others who can carry out the decisions. Here the cries of angst and the wails are never heard.

But when the night gets long you usually sing a song, that those, who control us, can here in the wind. About a people that once lived, who wanted to build a tower, that would reach all the way to heaven. But they higher they came the bigger the differences became, between those who lived up there, and the others. And eventually the tower became so tall, that those up there and those below, no longer could understand each other. And that’s when the tower collapsed.

So it seems like that there is ever time period and among all types of people, are those that want to build pyramids, where they themselves sit at the top and hold the power in their hands, whilst those below them suffer.

But if those who’re up there in the sky no longer want to understand and despises those who give them food, then the pyramids will become their graves.