Album: Al Mukawama (2003)
Sto cercando di trovare le parole, ho bisogno di parole
Parole convincenti, parole penetranti,
che ti fanno un buco in testa e che poi lasciano frammenti in ogni dove
schizzi di miseria
chiazze di paura
brandelli di sogni e
resti di cultura,
parole come raffiche di mitra in un mercato
o come missili sparati al terzo piano di un palazzo,
che facciano male cazzo,
parole tanto forti da zittire tutto il mondo occidentale,
solo per un attimo, soltanto per provare ad ascoltare,
l’impotenza, il rancore…
parole a fare male, picchiate sulla faccia come calci di fucile
e pugni e sputi e schiaffi, parole… parole a ricordare,
per non dimenticare che lo stato d’Israele si è insediato in Palestina con la guerra, trentacinche anni fa’, e che nun se ne vonno ‘i,
e la grande israel già se chiamma Filastin, e duecentomila ‘e lloro
nun tenevano ‘o diritto ‘e s’insedià, ma quale equidistanza qui
parole partigiane a fare agguati a carri armati che rincorrono ambulanze
parole per cercare di fermare la mattanza
coscienti che farebbero più effetto un po’ di missili anticarro e che in sostanza
parliamo per parlare mentre in Filastin si lotta e muore coltivando la speranza di veder nascere un fiore…
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
Flowers of Filastin Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
Tre quatt’ migliara ‘e civili innocenti e sotto a mille creature
Massacrati senza ragione ‘a gli israeliani int’ e’ territorje
Hanno abbattuto seiciento palazzi e deportato ruimila persone
In 15 anni ‘e chella ca loro ‘a chiammano ‘a guerra contro o’ terrore
E o’ lato allà se chiamma Intifada e sta per rivolta rà popolazione
Contro o’ terrorismo ‘e Israele, contro e’ surdate, contro ‘e colonie
Che a chù ‘e trent’anni umiliano a’ gente impedendo la libera circolazione
Aroppo che l’hanno arrubbato ‘a terra, ‘ a voglia ‘e campà,’o lavoro e l’ammore e allora
A’ Paura d’Israele nuje forse nunn’a capimmo, ma poiché nun simmo sciemi ‘a contestualizzammo e nà cosa ‘a capimmo,
capimmo ca n’ommo trattato trent’anni comm’ a n’animale
addiventa nà bestia affamata, impaurita e pertanto feroce e chiena ‘e cazzimma, è normale, è naturale…
E chiù ‘a bestia è feroce, chiù ‘a bestia è o’ padrone
‘ a bestia chiù bestia è sempre ‘o padrone
‘ a bestia è l’impero ca se fa dottrina
a morte la bestia…
viva Palestina
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
For over 50 years, blood, sweat and tears, but the struggle for freedom continues, our pride never shall disappear,
the People will never give in, land and freedom for Filastin
cause we know we have the will to keep on existing, keep on surviving
Laken ha hia arty huna Yajibu an auda, ila arty, ila Filastin
Aud min ajli hauiaty mithla jady, qabla an yatrukù Filastin
Audu hurru kay aktaru, an akuna usfuran au akuna shajarah(tun)
Kamà raghiba jady
(Ma eccola là, la mia terra, voglio ritornare nella mia terra, in Palestina.
Tornare per una identità, come mio nonno, prima di lasciare la Palestina.
Tornare, libera di scegliere se essere un uccello, come sempre avrei voluto, oppure un albero, come il nonno aveva sempre desiderato.) Mona Zaarour, 12 anni, campo profughi di Chatila.
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
Parole convincenti, parole penetranti,
che ti fanno un buco in testa e che poi lasciano frammenti in ogni dove
schizzi di miseria
chiazze di paura
brandelli di sogni e
resti di cultura,
parole come raffiche di mitra in un mercato
o come missili sparati al terzo piano di un palazzo,
che facciano male cazzo,
parole tanto forti da zittire tutto il mondo occidentale,
solo per un attimo, soltanto per provare ad ascoltare,
l’impotenza, il rancore…
parole a fare male, picchiate sulla faccia come calci di fucile
e pugni e sputi e schiaffi, parole… parole a ricordare,
per non dimenticare che lo stato d’Israele si è insediato in Palestina con la guerra, trentacinche anni fa’, e che nun se ne vonno ‘i,
e la grande israel già se chiamma Filastin, e duecentomila ‘e lloro
nun tenevano ‘o diritto ‘e s’insedià, ma quale equidistanza qui
parole partigiane a fare agguati a carri armati che rincorrono ambulanze
parole per cercare di fermare la mattanza
coscienti che farebbero più effetto un po’ di missili anticarro e che in sostanza
parliamo per parlare mentre in Filastin si lotta e muore coltivando la speranza di veder nascere un fiore…
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
Flowers of Filastin Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
Tre quatt’ migliara ‘e civili innocenti e sotto a mille creature
Massacrati senza ragione ‘a gli israeliani int’ e’ territorje
Hanno abbattuto seiciento palazzi e deportato ruimila persone
In 15 anni ‘e chella ca loro ‘a chiammano ‘a guerra contro o’ terrore
E o’ lato allà se chiamma Intifada e sta per rivolta rà popolazione
Contro o’ terrorismo ‘e Israele, contro e’ surdate, contro ‘e colonie
Che a chù ‘e trent’anni umiliano a’ gente impedendo la libera circolazione
Aroppo che l’hanno arrubbato ‘a terra, ‘ a voglia ‘e campà,’o lavoro e l’ammore e allora
A’ Paura d’Israele nuje forse nunn’a capimmo, ma poiché nun simmo sciemi ‘a contestualizzammo e nà cosa ‘a capimmo,
capimmo ca n’ommo trattato trent’anni comm’ a n’animale
addiventa nà bestia affamata, impaurita e pertanto feroce e chiena ‘e cazzimma, è normale, è naturale…
E chiù ‘a bestia è feroce, chiù ‘a bestia è o’ padrone
‘ a bestia chiù bestia è sempre ‘o padrone
‘ a bestia è l’impero ca se fa dottrina
a morte la bestia…
viva Palestina
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
For over 50 years, blood, sweat and tears, but the struggle for freedom continues, our pride never shall disappear,
the People will never give in, land and freedom for Filastin
cause we know we have the will to keep on existing, keep on surviving
Laken ha hia arty huna Yajibu an auda, ila arty, ila Filastin
Aud min ajli hauiaty mithla jady, qabla an yatrukù Filastin
Audu hurru kay aktaru, an akuna usfuran au akuna shajarah(tun)
Kamà raghiba jady
(Ma eccola là, la mia terra, voglio ritornare nella mia terra, in Palestina.
Tornare per una identità, come mio nonno, prima di lasciare la Palestina.
Tornare, libera di scegliere se essere un uccello, come sempre avrei voluto, oppure un albero, come il nonno aveva sempre desiderato.) Mona Zaarour, 12 anni, campo profughi di Chatila.
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
Contributed by adriana - 2007/9/30 - 09:16
Language: English
Versione inglese di Andrew
FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
I’m trying to find the words, I need words
Convincing words, penetrating words
that bore a hole in your head and leave slivers everywhere
shreds of misery
patches of fear
shreds of dreams and scraps of culture
Words like a barrage of machine-gun fire in a market
Or like missiles fired from the third floor of a building
That have to hurt a lot, man
Words so powerful to shut up all the western world
Just for a moment, just to try to listen to
The helplessness, the resentment..
Words to harm, beaten in the face like stock rifles
And punches, spits and slaps, words..
Words to remember, not to forget that the State of Israel occupied Palestine, through war, thirty-five years ago and they don’t want to leave and the Greater Israel is already named Filastin
And 200’000 of them had no right to settle
But what “equidistance”! Here
partisan words, ambushing tanks running after ambulances.
Words to try to stop the slaughter, aware that some anti-tank missiles would have a bigger effect and that basically these are just words while in Filastin they fight and die nurturing the hope to see a flower arise…
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
Three or four thousand innocent civilians under thousands of children massacred without any reason by Israeli soldiers in the occupied territories
They tore down six hundred buildings and deported two thousand people
During fifteen years of what they call “The war on Terror”
And the other side is called Intifada and means “people’s uprising”
against Israeli Terrorism, against the soldiers, against the colonies
that for more than thirty years have been humiliating the people preventing the free movement
after they stole the land, the will to live, the work and the love and then..
maybe we don’t understand the fear of Israel but since we are not fool, we will put it into context and one thing we understand:
we understand that a man treated like an animal for 30 years, turns into a hungry beast, frightened, therefore ferocious, ruthless. It’s normal, it’s natural
And the fiercer the beast is, the more the beast is a master
The worst beast is always the master
The beast is the empire becoming the rule
Death to the beast! Long live Palestine!
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
For over 50 years, blood, sweat and tears, but the struggle for freedom continues, our pride never shall disappear,
the People will never give in, land and freedom for Filastin
cause we know we have the will to keep on existing, keep on surviving
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
I’m trying to find the words, I need words
Convincing words, penetrating words
that bore a hole in your head and leave slivers everywhere
shreds of misery
patches of fear
shreds of dreams and scraps of culture
Words like a barrage of machine-gun fire in a market
Or like missiles fired from the third floor of a building
That have to hurt a lot, man
Words so powerful to shut up all the western world
Just for a moment, just to try to listen to
The helplessness, the resentment..
Words to harm, beaten in the face like stock rifles
And punches, spits and slaps, words..
Words to remember, not to forget that the State of Israel occupied Palestine, through war, thirty-five years ago and they don’t want to leave and the Greater Israel is already named Filastin
And 200’000 of them had no right to settle
But what “equidistance”! Here
partisan words, ambushing tanks running after ambulances.
Words to try to stop the slaughter, aware that some anti-tank missiles would have a bigger effect and that basically these are just words while in Filastin they fight and die nurturing the hope to see a flower arise…
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
Three or four thousand innocent civilians under thousands of children massacred without any reason by Israeli soldiers in the occupied territories
They tore down six hundred buildings and deported two thousand people
During fifteen years of what they call “The war on Terror”
And the other side is called Intifada and means “people’s uprising”
against Israeli Terrorism, against the soldiers, against the colonies
that for more than thirty years have been humiliating the people preventing the free movement
after they stole the land, the will to live, the work and the love and then..
maybe we don’t understand the fear of Israel but since we are not fool, we will put it into context and one thing we understand:
we understand that a man treated like an animal for 30 years, turns into a hungry beast, frightened, therefore ferocious, ruthless. It’s normal, it’s natural
And the fiercer the beast is, the more the beast is a master
The worst beast is always the master
The beast is the empire becoming the rule
Death to the beast! Long live Palestine!
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
For over 50 years, blood, sweat and tears, but the struggle for freedom continues, our pride never shall disappear,
the People will never give in, land and freedom for Filastin
cause we know we have the will to keep on existing, keep on surviving
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN FILASTIN
I WILL CARRY MY BUCKET OF WATER FOR THE FLOWERS OF FILASTIN
Contributed by Andrew - 2018/8/8 - 18:18
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