A keresés eredménye

Victor Jara

Victor Jara was a son of peasants
As a child he worked
On sunburnt fields
Life was hard in Chile
His hands grew strong
His hands grew strong
 
He grew up and learned how to fight
His eyes saw more and more
They saw the injustice
In the villages and the towns all around
The fighting and the feasting
And what's life all about
He put into sounds and verses
For his Chilean people
Those verses were tender
Those verses were strong
 
He sang for the miners
For the peasants in the rural areas
He sang in front of many factories
And every worker understood
He accompanied Allende
There was a lot of work by day and by night
He sang take your brother's hand
Let's put an end to misery
His hands were tender
His hands were strong
 
On a bright day in September
The homicide junta made a coup
Fascist generals raided the land
And there was a graveyard peace in Chile
Thousands in the dungeons
Victor Jara was amongst them
Many were displaced to the stadium
Were tortured and tormented there
And there was nothing tender
There was nothing strong
 
Executions in the morning
Shots throughout the night
Pinochet's torturers
Didn't manage to silence Victor Jara
He sang for his comrades in that place
His voice was encouraging to many
He distroyed their fears with his singing
Despite of his own fear he was full of courage
Because his voice was tender
His voice was strong
 
The fascists broke his hands
Despite of that he still made songs
The beasts thrashed his face
Killing him slowly
Victor Jara was murdered
But his songs are not dead yet
They keep on telling about freedom
And help the Chilean people in their needs
Because his songs are vivid
Yes, his songs are strong
 
And we still can hear his voice
Singing about what still counts
In the struggle for Chile's freedom
It's our solidarity
That's a tender force
Yes, that force is strong
That's a tender force
Yes, that force is strong
Our force is tender
Yes, the truth is strong
 

There Were Five Wild Swans

Versions: #2
There were once five wild swans there
The swans were white - beautiful and bright.
There were once five wild swans there
The swans were white - beautiful and bright.
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None were seen there again - yes.
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None were seen again.
 
Once five young birch trees did grow there,
green and fresh on the rivers' bank.
Once five young birch trees did grow there,
green and fresh on the rivers' bank.
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None had stood there in bloom - yes.
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None had stood in bloom.
 
Once five young men had passed by there
proud and brave - into battle gone
Once five young men had passed by there
proud and brave - into battle gone
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None had returned home again - yes.
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None had returned home .
 
Once five young girls had grown up there
slim and pretty at the Memel´s bank
Once five young girls had grown up there
slim and pretty at the Memel´s bank
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None did weave a bridal wreath -yes.
'Sing, sing, what has happened?'
None did weave a wreath.