Ozymandias (edited) (feat. Percy Bysshe Shelley) [Bossa Nova Version]

I met a traveller, from a distant land

He told me of two legs of stone, so grand

Standing in the desert, near the golden sand

Half buried, a shattered face, a quiet command

A frown, a lip that curled in cold command

The sculptor's touch, so sure, so full of heart

Those feelings live on,

in these lifeless parts

A hand that mocked, a heart that once took part.

On the pedestal, these words, they say: "I'm Ozymandias, king of kings, today.

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

But nothing's left, just ruins in the air

The wreck so vast, it's

boundless and so bare

The sands stretch out, so calm, so far away