A keresés eredménye

Comrade

Bolshevik revolution
Some awful datas
Thaf's true... that's true
 
12 millions of victims
For imposing a regime
Thaf's true... that's true
 
Workers and moujiks
under state violence
The great famine era
Under the regn of Lenin
Thaf's true... that's true
 
In the name of the single-party
No more democratic life
Thaf's true... that's true
 
dissidents and refuzniks
in mental institutions
Thaf's true... that's true
 
And in all their puppets states
They force the plebiscites
In sending the tanks
crushing dignity.
 
Keep that in your memory, comrade
when the human rights are in danger
It's always to west that people escape
Under the Liberty path
Thaf's true...
 
Boot camps for terrorists
Behind the marxists boundaries
Thaf's true... that's true
 
Military advisors for revolutionary wars
Some 'Liberation Front' to serve their ambitions
And under cover of humanism
They mark their expansionism
 
Keep that in your memory, comrade
When you goes marching for peace
The Red Army which marching on the great plaza
Is ready to attack
And ask to Afghans, comrads
You who're talking for 'oppressed peoples'
Cause the blood of childrens killed by grenade
Has the color of your ideas...
 

Word of man

At the edge of Zaïre river, one evening
A young black girl told me the story
of three strangers
 
She told me about Gino, from Palerme
Gino was Sicilian
Gino, for a firm chest
Gino would give his hand
 
And came Miguel, It's was a Spanish
Miguel, from Andalusia
It's seems that he was a crazy blade player
Miguel, he was very jealous.
 
Patrick, him, came from Ireland
Patrick, from Dublin
He's warrying lots of strip clips ammo
And firing machine-gun with one hand
 
I give you my word of man
I give you my word of man
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
I see the Kilimandjaro
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
Fuck, fucking hot weather
 
They wearing bush hat
Bracelets in elephant hair
They had face to scare
They had teeth to eat diamonds
 
Some deviated from their way
They sweat the Katanga war
It stay only 7 villages
To the lake, the Tanganyika lake.
 
I give you my word of man
I give you my word of man
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
I see the Kilimandjaro
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
And on the bridge of a old cargo ship
 
A sailor disillusioned
On a banjo out of tune
Body wallowed on a hamac
think he was Jean-Sebastian Bach
 
When the rocket fall on them
The were all dreaming
to a child, to a wife
Fuck, fucking hot weather
 

The war wolf

I saw him passing just now
He's carring a bunch of flowers
His hairs were a little more whites
than during the Algeria War
I read in the blue of his eyes
the message of unhappy people
and his kaki raincoat
sweat some smells of war
I approach near him
I recognize me and smile to me
I told hil : 'What's up to you
he answers me : 'Don't know
I live near the doors of Hell !
Living my life of war wolf !
 
My best friend is a Katioucka
Close to my bed, a chinese rifle gun
I have 2 MK-2 grenades under my pillow
Fixed on my calf a throwing knife
The images are scrolling
And I see childrens
runnig in a city
splashed with blood !
I live near the doors of Hell !
Living my life of war wolf !
 
For understanding what he said
You should know some of his life
To know that 20 years ago
He was a paratrooper officer
He has always refuse to disown
the troth he has sweared
After the jail, the misery
I became a war wolf
 
He went to fight in Biafra's boundaries
Fight in Yemen and Cabinda
And it was Angola ans South Soudan
Benin, The Comores and always Lebanon
And come again the cities
come again the childrens
Running under a rain
made of bombs and blood !
I live near the doors of Hell !
Living my life of war wolf !
I live near the doors of Hell !
Living my life of war wolf, war ! war !