Primum vivere, deinde philosophare

We’re the day birds
Deciding to fly against the sky
Within our dreams, we all wake up
To kiss the ones who are born to die
We’re the greying herds
Hurting each the other with our lives
Within our dreams, we all wake up
To kiss the ones who are born
Born to die, born to die
The drum fish
They beached themselves in hara-kiri
The blackbirds
They fell in thousands form the sky
Their red wings
Streaming down from the higher seas
Deflected by the ground
They crowned the sun
They crowned the sun
But I believe that they are free
When their time was done
They were drownes by the only One
But I believe that they are free
Washed by the sun
Our statues
The soaring edifice of our times
Detracted form the ways of the wise
The future will view all history as crime
So father, tell us when is the time to rise
They crowned the sun
They crowned the sun
But I believe that they are free
When their time was done
Their were drowned by the only one
But I believe that they are free
They crowned the sun
They crowned the sun
But I believe that they are free
And we believe that they are free
Cus’ I believe that they are me
Washed by the sun.

Serj Tankian