We are the people/ Iggy Pop (Lou Reed Poem 1970)

Iggy Pop recitando un poema de Lou Reed de 1970.



We are the people without land

We are the people without tradition 

We are the people 

Who do not know how to die peacefully and at ease 

We are the thoughts of sorrows 

Endings of tomorrows 

We are the wisps of rulers 

And the jokers of kings 

We are the people without right 

We are the people who have known only lies and desperation 

We are the people without a country, a voice, or a mirror 

We are the crystal gaze 

Returned through the density and immensity of a berserk nation 

We are the victims of the untold manifesto of the lack of depth 

Of full and heavy emptiness 

We are the people without sorrow 

Who have moved beyond national pride and indifference 

To a parody of instinct 

We are the people who are desperate 

Beyond emotion because it defies thought 

We are the people 

Who conceive our destruction and carry it out lawfully 

We are the insects of someone else's thought 

A casualty of daytime, nighttime, space, and God 

Without race, nationality, or religion 

We are the people, 

and the people, 

the people.