Ca Ira: Opera in Three Acts: Kings, Sticks and Birds (English Version)

Ladies and gentlemen, imagine a bird on song in

A tree, an ordinary bird like you or like me

Imagine some ruffian happening by and

Beating him within an inch of his life

Then a priest from some denomination witnessing this

Abomination blesses not the bird but the beast

The unknown soldier appears on the field and

Takes the bird's feathers to put on his shield

Then a powerful judge from the high court decreed that the

Birds really ought not be allowed to sing in the trees

But then one day some of the priests and soldiers

And judges, putting aside some old warm grudges

Changed their minds and the birds sang again

It was the Revolution

The Revolution is a story of birds, of sticks and stones and bushes

And bones, a story of now, a story of then, a story of women, a story

Of men, a story of everything to come, of everything under the sun