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The Ballad of the Proud Knight

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Winslow·1:50

Lyrics

Behind the tall, tall fence

A proud knight in a castle dwelt.

He pointed his device at everything around

Without any discrimination.

He didn't feed the treasury with taxes,

Didn't shine at tournaments,

And one day before God

He appeared before his time.

And the Almighty spoke

Measuring with a glance the proud one,

Why have you come to the abode

Of the Omnipresent Father?

There are channels through which

A signal reached Me,

That you didn't give a damn?

The knight replies: Indeed, I did.

I spat on hypocritical decency

On the bastard power,

And until the end of the century

I intend to keep spitting.

Sanity can be preserved

In this life, only this way.

The flesh is frail, art is false,

Passion is for sale, the world's a mess.

I release you, prodigal son,

I release your sins – go.

If you want to spit on everything from now on,

With permission, spit away

And with this, his visit to God

The proud knight concluded,

And on the way back,

Having prayed, he hurried.

And in his earthly vale,

Living to his gray years,

He fulfilled God's will,

Without sparing his labors.

End

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