The King Who Stole (...The Universe)
Well sittin’ down somewhere alone
Was a king on a tinsel throne
Giant rubies and emeralds in his crown made of gold
Softly whispered secret meanings of their own
He was a great proud king they had said
In his robe of lilac and red
But the mysterious thing about this being who was a king
Was the jewel studded crown on his head
For at one time these stones were not jewels
But planets made of many fools
Who had sold him their Sun
’Cause they thought he was the one
Who had given them all of their rules
(You know who they thought he was)
And when he had paid for their star
He would send it away very far
For now he did own it
And surely would not loan it
To fools who’d disowned it before
And as the worlds froze, the king’s eyes
Delighted at the sight of his prize
For he saw they would make
A considerable take
And he then changed their shape and their size
And he mounted them all in his crown
For they were gems of rarity and renown
And this trick he would play
On a planet every day
Until there were no more to be found
And soon the king was alone (all alone)
He’d made the whole universe his own
With no worlds to compete
His goal now complete
He finally welcomed death to his throne
And did I hear the wind laugh
As the old king’s death came to pass
For this great proud king
Who thought he owned everything
Had overlooked one world, alas
El Rey Que Robó (...El Universo)
Bueno, sentado en algún lugar solo
Era un rey en un trono de hojalata
Grandes rubíes y esmeraldas en su corona de oro
Susurraban suavemente significados secretos propios
Era un gran rey orgulloso, decían
Con su túnica de lila y rojo
Pero lo misterioso de este ser que era un rey
Era la corona llena de joyas en su cabeza
Porque en un tiempo estas piedras no eran joyas
Sino planetas llenos de muchos tontos
Que le habían vendido su Sol
Porque pensaban que él era el indicado
Quien les había dado todas sus reglas
(Ya sabes a quién pensaban que era)
Y cuando pagó por su estrella
La enviaría muy lejos
Porque ahora le pertenecía
Y seguramente no la prestaría
A los tontos que antes la habían rechazado
Y mientras los mundos se congelaban, los ojos del rey
Se deleitaban al ver su premio
Porque vio que harían
Una considerable ganancia
Y luego cambió su forma y su tamaño
Y los montó todos en su corona
Porque eran gemas de rareza y renombre
Y este truco jugaría
En un planeta cada día
Hasta que no quedara ninguno por encontrar
Y pronto el rey estaba solo (totalmente solo)
Había hecho del universo su propio hogar
Sin mundos que competir
Su meta ahora cumplida
Finalmente dio la bienvenida a la muerte en su trono
¿Y escuché reír al viento
Cuando la muerte del viejo rey llegó?
Porque este gran rey orgulloso
Que pensaba que lo poseía todo
Había pasado por alto un mundo, ay.
Escrita por: Frank Marino