There are stairs that lead down to a basement
It's so narrow that you must walk sideways
And on the wall hang a bunch of pictures
Of people that have gone down, never to be seen again
Cause Marcellos basement is no ordinary basement
There has been a 100 men down there at once
There is a table on the middle of the floor, on the middle of the table
a revolver and it's labeled Made in HongKong
Hallelujah
There's russian roulette here each friday
and sunday there's a confirmation
Mrs Conradas has made it very clear, on sunday 12 o'clock
She doesn't want to see a drop of blood
But Marcello is fine(?) when he drinks
Cause it's his wine, it's his women and his dance
He's a charmeur, and he has no equal
Everything and everyone in this basement is his
Hallelujah
And so the atmosphere gets even more russian down there
The have got hold of a russian ballerina
She dances polka the traditional way
Then she gets hundred bucks to keep her mouth shut till next friday
Yes, the atmosphere in Marcellos basement can't be complained about
You're clammy and you're sweaty when you leave
And those who can't walk the distance
They can't become members of the Resistance
Hallelujah
This is terrible in english (and my transaltion doesn't really make it any better:P).
The Resistance (roughly translated)
There are stairs that lead down to a basement It's so narrow that you must walk sideways And on the wall hang a bunch of pictures Of people that have gone down, never to be seen again Cause Marcellos basement is no ordinary basement There has been a 100 men down there at once There is a table on the middle of the floor, on the middle of the table a revolver and it's labeled Made in HongKong Hallelujah
There's russian roulette here each friday and sunday there's a confirmation Mrs Conradas has made it very clear, on sunday 12 o'clock She doesn't want to see a drop of blood But Marcello is fine(?) when he drinks Cause it's his wine, it's his women and his dance He's a charmeur, and he has no equal Everything and everyone in this basement is his Hallelujah
And so the atmosphere gets even more russian down there The have got hold of a russian ballerina She dances polka the traditional way Then she gets hundred bucks to keep her mouth shut till next friday Yes, the atmosphere in Marcellos basement can't be complained about You're clammy and you're sweaty when you leave And those who can't walk the distance They can't become members of the Resistance Hallelujah
This is terrible in english (and my transaltion doesn't really make it any better:P).