TROUBLEMAKER
Let us break all the shields
And soil the ermine
Take the oak and the olive tree
Make their philosophy our own
The pigs eat acorns
The rich eat the pork
The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
We only ask a little tax from the nobility
The spat out stone will grow in time into an olive tree
We will smoke our pork over a fire of basilic
TROUBLEMAKER
And we will plant the laurel tree
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
To make
TROUBLEMAKER
To make
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
A wreath
TROUBLEMAKER
A wreath
A wreath to crown the Republique
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
We will smoke our pork upon the pyre of privilege
The flames of castles burning will dance from ridge to ridge
We’ll break all the shields
Spit out all the stones
Make the oak and the olive tree’s philosophy our own
The pigs eat acorns
The rich eat the pork
The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones
CHORUS
We will smoke the pork on a fire of basilic
We will plant the laurel tree to make our laurel wreaths
To crown, to crown, to crown the Republique!
