Queen Petrol, fairest beauty of the desert,
descended from the old fantastic ages,
dark Venus, risen from the mighty ocean,
your graceful body moving like a serpent,
which glisters in the sunshine black and golden.
As you were powerful and great and wealthy,
they rushed to you in order to defeat you,
the warriors came and left you in dishonour,
the robbers plundered all your golden treasures,
the traders drove you fettered to the market.
You are so tired, clumsy are your footsteps,
your hair is thin, your breath is short and painful,
you are as skinny as the poorest bastard,
and finally the henchmen, they will find you,
used up, run dry, wiped out there in the desert.
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Thema: Petrol, Queen of the Desert (Gelesen 1656 mal)