Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so.
They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope
To declare them fish.
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.I was born in france, called the "Maid of Orleans"
Led by the voices of the saints
I went to the court dressed in men´s clothes
To save my people from the yoke
I was given troops to destroy the english roots
And to crown the dauphin at reims
CHORUS
I´m not a man searching the glory
I´m just the hand chosen to fight
It´s a long way to our freedom
I was betrayed. I´m burning at the stake
My own blood sold me in the battlefield
Charles the king made no attemps to save me
I won´t be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end
CHORUS
I´d rather die than live chained in this cell
I hold to what i have already said
I won´t be free till the day of my death
The pyre is light. I see the end
CHORUS