Progre Lyrics, pt. 2

En un post anterior recordabamos una letra de Neil Young describiendo la hermosa vida que llevaban los aztecas antes de la llegada de los españoles. Sin guerras ni odio, las mujeres hermosas y los hombres fuertes, todos trabajando en armonía construyendo las pirámides que nosotros no podríamos hacer hoy con toda nuestra tecnología.

Continuando con nuestra sección "progre lyrics", hoy recordaremos "Russians", del primer álbum solista de Sting. En la tierra de fantasía donde vive este muchacho, Occidente y el comunismo son la misma cosa, no existen las guerras ganables, los rusos jamás nos bombardearían porque aman a sus hijos, y todas sus amenazas son simple retórica, a la que estamos respondiendo en forma histérica e irracional.

In Europe and America,
there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy
from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie that we don't believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the Russians love their children too

Esta serie continuará ...