Empires - The Electric Swing Circus, Bacchus, Doberman

Do you recall your papa, when he sat you on his knee

Telling you the stories of everything he’s seen

Parading other people, how they braved the battlefield

Taking on an empire, fighting to be free

Oh papa, tell me what you saw

Tan-tan-tara, can you hear the call?

Oh papa, I can see it in your eye

Tan-tan-tara, ba-bap-da-da

Flying out the funnel, crackling on the radio

Emergency connections on a telephone exchange

«You've reached the operator, what’s the reason for your call?»

Can you tell me what’s the point in building empty empires, now?

Oh papa, tell me what you saw

Tan-tan-tara, can you hear the call?

Oh papa, I can see it in your eye

Tan-tan-tara, ba-bap-da-da

Oh, now they know that a hundred years ago

That they would build an empire strong

Give it time, and these imaginary lines will fade away

The battle goes around until we find a common ground

What’s the point in building empty empires, now?

Oh papa, tell me what you saw

Tan-tan-tara, can you hear the call?

Oh papa, I can see it in your eye

Tan-tan-tara, ba-bap-da-da

Oh papa, tell me what you saw

Tan-tan-tara, can you hear the call?

Oh papa, I can see it in your eye

Tan-tan-tara, ba-bap-da-da

Oh, now they know that a hundred years ago

That they would build an empire strong

Give it time, and these imaginary lines will fade away

What’s the point in building

What’s the point in building

What’s the point in building empty empires, now?