Dying for idealsFollow

Dying for ideals, what an excellent idea,
I almost died myself, for not having it.
Cos all those who had it, a tiring multitude,
Screaming for death, they all fell on top of me.
But they knew how to convince,
And my weakened ego, begging for forgiveness,
Joined their crusade, with one condition, however,
Let’s die for ideals, agreed, but of a slow death...
Agreed, but of a slow, slow death…


Judging that there is no hurry,
Let’s go to the other side, but let’s take it easy.
Because, if we quicken the pace,
It might just happen that we’ll die,
For ideals, that are outdated the next day.
And, if there is one thing which is
Bitter, and disappointing,
When giving your soul back to God,
It is to realise, that we took the wrong road,
And died for the wrong ideals…
Let’s die for ideals, agreed, but of a slow death...
Agreed, but of a slow, slow death…


The Holier-than-thou, preaching for martyrdom,
Usually stay on this Earth, for a long, long time.
Dying for ideals, it is their way of life,
It is their bread-winner.
Because in every corner, we see some that are,
Older than Mathusalem, beating every record.
I can only guess that, they whisper to themselves:
“Let’s die for ideals, agreed, but of a slow death...
Agreed, but of a slow, slow death…”


Those ideals that require the great sacrifice,
Every single sect offers their own version,
And the question is asked, by the brand-new victims,
Dying for ideals, that’s all good, but which ones?
Because they all are pretty similar,
That when He sees them come, with their huge flags,
The wise-man, hesitating, walks around the grave,
“Let’s die for ideals, agreed, but of a slow death,
Agreed, but of a slow, slow death…”


And if it all it took, was a few massacres,
For everything to change, for everything to get better,
There have been so many D-days, where so many heads have rolled,
The Kingdom of Heaven on Earth, we’d already be there.
But age is always asleep, and pushed back through time,
The Gods are always thirsty, are never satisfied,
And it’s death! Death! We always start again,
Let’s die for ideals, agreed, but of a slow death,
Agreed, but of a slow, slow death…


Oh you the deciders, you the great apostles,
Please be the first to die, we’ll clear the way for you.
But for Goodness’ sake, just let the others live,
Life is more or less their only luxury, in this world,
Because, finally, Death is active enough,
She doesn’t need us to help, to hold up its reaper,
No more morbid dances, around the burning stakes,
Let’s die for ideals, agreed, but of a slow death,
Agreed, but of a slow, slow death…

Hehe, yeah that could work.

It's a French song from 1972, by Brassens. I translated it cos I think it's crazy how these things don't really change at all.

Agreed, they don't want to take a proactive role in their own death. The least they could do is step up their smoking efforts.

That's funny I didn't get anything remotely close to that translation.