A keresés eredménye

Vietnam's Guns

Silent lie there and without graves our brothers,
They are missing in our bitter struggle,
But they will be missing even more at out victory celebration.
 
Vietnam's guns,1
Decorated with flowers,
Shoot the rice field clear,
And kill those who came
And took Vietnam's peace,
Who took VIetnam's peace.
 
At night, we carry the city and the children into the forests,
The field is ploughed by war during the day.
But life, even if it must hide,
Still stays life.
 
Vietnam's guns,
Decorated with flowers,
Shoot the rice field clear,
And kill those who came
And took Vietnam's peace,
Who took VIetnam's peace.
 
Between the cities wires can tear,
But you will hear about victory
With all ears, because the song
Will be sung by all voices then.
 
Vietnam's guns,
Decorated with flowers,
Shoot the rice field clear,
And kill those who came
And took Vietnam's peace,
Who took VIetnam's peace.
 

• 1. specifically artillery guns

Hey, little apple

Hey, little apple of gold,
I'm going for a walk in the open field!
Hey, little apple of gold,
I'm going for a walk in the open field!
I'm going for a walk in the open field!
 
Hey, little apple, where are you rolling to?
If you ever go underground, you won't come back!
If you ever go underground, you won't come back!
Hey, little apple, where are you rolling to?
If you ever go underground, you won't come back!
If you ever go underground, you won't come back!
 

Ho Chi Mihn

Who he was is featured in many songs. But no song would be true enough if it meant only him and his great life. For there are so many he carried with him: Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh. Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh.
 
Look at those who walk in cotton fields every day for the lords. Look, there grows anger and they call out quiet names: Comandante Che, Lenin and also him: Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh. Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh.
 
And in Cologne, the metalworkers strike for part of the great power. Because some are only now realizing that it's not all about the pennies. And the sentry hums as he watches over there: Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh. Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh.
 
Everywhere, next to the comrades, he too is standing, and he was there when Gagarin flew, when Allende's Popular Front won, lives in every word of our party: Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh. Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh.
 
Who he was is featured in many songs. But no song would be true enough if it meant only him and his great life. For there are so many he carried with him: Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh. Ho-Ho- Ho Chi Minh.
 

Tell me where you stand

[Chorus:]
Tell me where you stand1
Tell me where you stand
Tell me where you stand
And which way you're going
[2x]
 
Backward or forward, you gotta make up your mind
We push time forward, step by step
You can't enjoy with us and with them
If you go in circles, you'll be left behind
 
[Chorus]
 
If you speak you might reveal
To never have thought where you're goin'
By keeping silent you diminish your greatness
I tell you, that would mean your life has no meaning
 
[Chorus]
 
We are entitled to recognize you
Nodding masks don't help us
I want to call you by your real name
So show me your true colors
 
[Chorus, 2x]
 

• 1. tell me what your point of view is