La Guerra Que Vendrá

In the face of the market plague threatening to hit us
With statistics and chips at the threshold of modernity
We'll have to immunize ourselves by composing some sirens' songs
As far from the pamphlet as from Magdalene's tears

The war to come
Will be
The tackiest of all wars
That have been and will be

It's said that in Las Vegas the new man plays Russian roulette
And that glasnost sets the pace when Springsteen sings Born in the USA
We'll have to blind ourselves to not see the paradox
Of Coca-Cola presiding over the Red Square's grandstand

It seems that Lenin and the hamburger are getting married
And they'll celebrate by building a big MarxDonalds in Odessa
We'll have to defend ourselves against caviar ketchup in Kentucky
Dionysus is getting ready to vomit vinegar to the rhythm of a sirtaki

Eureka! Why so many missiles defending the old Kremlin
When it's more profitable to flood the cinemas with ETs and Gremlins
We'll have to arm ourselves with syringes infected with cronopios
The Russian way of life denounces that the working class is like opium

They intend to turn that miracle that once was the human being
Into a mere producer, consumer, taxpayer, citizen
We'll have to stock up on rifles that shoot sunflowers
Van Gogh, from his cloud, is ready to drop bombs of suns