OK OK OK

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK
I already know they want my opinion
A straight talk about what I thought
How I interpret the such, the vile situation

Penury, fury, clamor, disenchantment
Hard-to-digest nouns
While the rats gnaw at power
The hearts of the weeping crowd

Some suggest I leave with a shout
Others that I stay quiet and mute
And then someone asks me: Embody the myth
Be our hero, solve everything

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK
I already know they want my opinion
A straight talk about what I thought
How I interpret the such, the vile situation

Of the many who prefer me silent
Few of them speak in my favor
Most join the angry chorus
Of those who hurt me with hatred and terror

For those who want me more active
More empathetic with the poor's suffering
I hope my soul is noble
Enough while I'm alive

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK
They still want my opinion
A straight talk about what I thought
How I interpret the such, the vile situation

That the noble, truly noble, loved his own
Valued more care and compassion
Treated his vassal with affection
The same as for the dog and the horse

So I don't speak, musician and poet
I'm silent about certainties and ends
My straight talk comes out on skates
Sliding over the targets and goals

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK
I know I didn't give any opinion
It's just that I thought, thought, thought, thought
Words say yes, facts say no