Sanah & Krzysztof Zalewski - Eviva l'arte! (K. Przerwa-Tetmajer)

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Eviva l'arte! Man must die
Well, anyone who doesn't have money is a pariah
Poverty grabs you by the throat and suffocates you
To die is to die, like a dog, and yet

Eviva l'arte! Let me graze on my bellies
Wretched philistine nation! We artists
We, who often lack dry bread
We, so similar to autumn leaves

Even though our lives are not worth spitting on
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
I'll scream anyway when it's all worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte!

Eviva l'arte! Pride is our god
Glory to us is the sun, we kings without land
We may die of hunger somewhere under the threshold
But like eagles with broken wings

Eviva l'arte! They burn in our chests
Fires set by God himself
So I look at the crowd with my head held high
We will not give laurels for a golden crown

Even though our lives are not worth spitting on
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
I'll scream anyway when it's all worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!

So go ahead! What is worth anything other than fame?
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And even though our lives are worth nothing
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte!

Even though our lives are not worth spitting on
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
I'll scream anyway when it's all worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!

So go ahead! What is worth anything other than fame?
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And even though our lives are worth nothing
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!

So go ahead! What is worth anything other than fame?
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And even though our lives are worth nothing
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte!