History as a Child

She's wearing boots, high-heeled ones
Her dress waves above the Mediterranean
Her marble skin is carved with histories
Battles and laws and family trees

She likes to feel you, child, growing inside
Her swelling world, her radiant pride
The blade will lick her belly delicately
You're gonna walk out the door without using a key

Taking one step, then another one
Stumbling around, bumping into everyone
Making allies without even saying a word
Socializing from under your momma's skirt

I suggest you carefully choose your friends
At times lions can be mistaken for lambs
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy
Open up your eyes

Wooden sword, my lord already leads a cohort
Boyhood, attitude, ruler of the neighborhood
One day you'll have an army of your own
You'll conquer the world and call it home

A laurel wreath will be your crown
Your enemies will kneel at your tiniest frown
An Egyptian queen will caress your scanty hair
For centuries they'll talk about this single affair

I suggest you carefully choose your friends
At times lions can be mistaken for lambs
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy
Open up your eyes

I suggest you carefully choose your friends
At times lions can be mistaken for lambs
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy
Open up your eyes

Your eyes
Your eyes
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy
Open up your eyes"