my tribesmen’s tale 2: ‘puya’ blues

A leaf from the puya, Chainarol (The Art of Warfare)
Image source: e-pao.net

we were created first on the universe
and we’re going to be the last to end;
it’s all written in history, it’s all in the prophecy
so never mind how much we kill each other
we’re going to be just as fine as any fuddle in phayeng

we were created first on the universe
and we’re going to be the last to end;
nine ranges of hills drape the lone valley
the hills and valley are one, and we weep for fraternity
while the hill people look down on the valley

we were created first on the universe
and we’re going to be the last to end;
and the valley gives a shit to the hills
hear the echoing war cries so shrill
to hell with your brotherhood

but we were created first on the universe
and we’re going to be the last to end;
and the king and his ministers are rejoicing
celebrating the orgy of divide and rule
nobody sees it for everybody is on the street