The Divine Comedy - Count Grassi's Passage Over Piedmont lyrics

Below the Po rolls slow from
Alps to Adriatic Sea blow old bellows, blow
Take us where you will
Padua, Genoa, Corsica, Catalonia, oh Segovia
Oh, unfathomable firmament

That we should set a course between the two
Clinging only to our orb of blue and red
Like Romanov's to a Fabergé egg
Push Sisyphus, push
Heave our sphere into the heavens

If I'm to die, then let it be in summertime
In a manner of my own choosing
To fall from a great height
On a warm July afternoon
Liverwurst, Battenburg, Emmental, Syllabub
Muscadet
Throw it all away, we need more height
Oh Newton
Release this apple from it's earthly shackles
And live to fight another day

Go back from whence you came the swallows cry
You've corrupted and befouled the
Ground you walk upon
And now you come to poison the skies
Please friends, forgive this brief intrusion