the libertine

• patrick wolf gibi, nasıl olduysa henüz pek keşfedilmemiş bir şarkı... kemanları falan pek güzel, uçar gibi gidiyor... sözlerini de yazayım, vatana and also millete hayırlı olsun... (şakşakşakşak)
  
  the motorway won't take a horse
  the wanderer has found a course to follow
  the traveller unpacked his bags for the last time
  the troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine
  
  oh no, not me.
  
  the circus girl fell off her horse and now she's paralysed
  the hitchiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside
  the libertine is locked in jail
  the pirate sunk and broke his sail
  
  but ı still have to go
  i've got to go, so here i go
  i'm going to run the risk of being free
  
  the magician's secrets all revealed
  and the preacher's lies are all concealed
  and all our heroes lack any conviction
  they shout through the bars of cliche and addiction
  
  so i've got to go
  i've got to go, so here i go
  i'm going to run the risk of being free
  
  and in this drought of truth and invention
  whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention
  so we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except:
  "bow down, bow down, bow down to your god"
  then we hit the floor
  and make ourselves an idol to bow before,
  
  well i can't
  and i won't
  bow down
  anymore.
  no more.