Piazzolla: Oblivion - Gidon Kremer, Kremerata Baltica

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

If all the people in the world camped out in your back garden

Would you write and tell the king or grab a tent and join them

I can see that all the possibilities for freedom

Could just sway your first decision to subject them all to oblivion

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

And do you feel your life is threatened by fabricated stories

Made up by the sons of campers you killed back in the forties

I could see that all the possibilities for conflict

Could just back up your decision to subject them all to oblivion

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

I can’t stand the things that they do to me

I won’t wait for Jesus to prove to me

When all the people in the world move out of your back garden

Would you celebrate the passing of your life as Mr. Badman

You could see that all the possibilities in peacetime

Should just force a new decision, don’t subject them all to oblivion

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

I can’t stand the things that they do to me

I won’t wait for Jesus to prove to me

I can’t stand the things that they do to me

I won’t wait for Jesus to prove to me

Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope it’s not contagious

Although it seems it’s catching, it’s best not to get careless

Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope it’s not contagious

Although it seems it’s catching, it’s best not to get careless

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

Oblivion

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

Oblivion

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

Oblivion

Ooh wop bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo wop.

Bop ba doo

Oblivion