Lyrics of Keops pyramid - Mikael Wiehe

Keops pyramid (original)

Jag r en av dom som slavar p Kung Keops pyramid
Och det r vi som jobbar nere invid foten
Och vi sliter och vi svettas fr att inte tappa tid
Och det r synd om dom som inte fyller kvoten
Har man en gng kommit hit
Blir man aldrig mera fri
Om man slutar hr s slutar man i gropen
Men om kungen sgs att han r son av solen
Bakom femton dubbla reglar, bakom femton dubbla ls
Hller rikedomen hov i maktens salar
Hr finns ingenting som hotar, hr finns ingenting som str
Hr r tankarna och rummen lika svala
Och om ngon mste d
Eller ngra ska ha sp
Finns det andra som kan verkstlla besluten
Hit hrs aldrig ngestropen eller tjuten
Men nr natten blir lng
Brukar vi sjunga en sng
Som dom som styr oss kan hra i vinden
Om ett folk som levde en gng
Som ville bygga ett torn
Som skulle rcka nda upp till himlen
Men ju hgre man kom
Ju mera skilde sej dom
Som bodde dr uppe ifrn dom andra
Och till sist blev tornet s hgt
Att dom dr upp och nere
Inte lngre frstod varandra
Och d rasade tornet samman
S det verkar som om det i varje tid och i
Alla sorters folk
Finns ngra som vill skapa pyramider
Dr dom sjlva sitter verst och har makten i sin hand
Medan dom som lever nedanfr lyder
Men om dom dr uppe i det bl
Inte lngre vill frst
Utan fraktar alla dom som ger dom mat
Ska pyramiderna till sist bli deras grav

(translation)

I'm one of those slaves on King Pyramid's pyramid
And it is we who work down next to the foot
And we toil and we sweat to not lose time
And it's a shame for those who do not fill the quota
Have you come here once?
You will never be free again
If you stop here, you end up in the pit
But if the king is said to be the son of the sun
Behind fifteen double bars, behind fifteen double ls
Keep wealth rich in the halls of power
There is nothing threatening here, there is nothing threatening
Here the thoughts and the rooms are equally cool
And if ngon mste d
Or some should have sp
Are there others who can enforce the decisions
Never hear the snare or howl here
But when the night gets long
Do we usually sing a song
As those who control us can roar in the wind
About a people who lived once
Who wanted to build a tower
That would reach up to heaven
But the higher one came
The more they differed
Who lived up there from the others
And finally the tower became so high
That they pull up and down
No longer understood each other
And then the tower collapsed
S it seems that in every time and in
All kinds of people
There are some who want to create pyramids
Where they themselves sit worst and have power in their hand
While those who live below obey
But if they pull up in it, among other things
No longer want to first
But carry all those who give them food
Should the pyramids eventually become their tomb