L-akbar ghani fil-Babilonja

Your beggars sleep outside your doorway

Your prophets leave to wonder on

You fall asleep at night with worry

The saddest man in Babylon

The wicked stench of exploitation

Hangs in the air and fingers on

Beneath the praise and admiration

The weakest man in Babylon

There is no hope left in your kingdom

Your servants have burned all their songs

Nobody here remembers freedom

The richest man in Babylon

B'soghba kbira nhabbar it-telfien tal-post li ktibt l-ahhar. Min irid jaqrah jista jfittex fil-kumplessita tal-elettronika li ghal xi raguni jew ohra cediet mal-waqt tal-publikazzjoni. Imma l-memorji tieghi mhu sa jhassarhomli hadd. The Cult Brothers have done it again!