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Mother Earth

You are the smile that makes you come back
you are the Mountain whose heart you feel
with the universe I would not change you!
Madreterra of Men and Gods
 
You are the winter that manages to warm up
the ancient summer that makes you fall in love
you are the comet that I would follow
Madreterra of Men and Gods
 
Sicily my triangular land of light in the middle of the world
Sicily my land an honest sun that has no sunset!
Sicily you are like this, paradise is here!
 
History was born in your arms
on your lips 'Brothers of Italy'!
and to defend you I would die
Madreterra of Men and Gods
 
Sicily my triangular land of peace for the world
Sicily my land you 'long-lasting scented rose'
Sicily my land freed flag in the middle of the wind
Sicily you are like this, paradise is here!
 

Song of the Hunger Country

Hear the whisper of our woods,
the splashing of the mighty lakes.
They are speaking of our reputation,
the fierce rapids and the dismal swamps.
 

Talks to myself

I won't allow you considering it
I won't allow you discussing all these topics anymore
Stop the flow of your thoughts immediately
Don't you see they cause only problems?
 
And every day I'm trying to fix something
The invincible union of limits and rules
Headily pulls me down
Pulls me down
Me down
 
My talks to myself
Again won't end till the sun rises
Now and then I think I'd rather give up
My talks to myself
Again won't end till the sun rises
Now and then I think, I think now and then
I'd rather give up
 
I won't allow you doing as you did before
I won't allow you making the same mistakes
Forget about unsuccessful results immediately
Listen, stop taking these pointless attempts
 
And everyday I'm trying to fix something
The invincible union of limits and rules
Headily pulls me down
Pulls me down
Me down
 
My talks to myself
Again won't end till the sun rises
Now and then I think I'd rather give up
My talks to myself
Again won't end till a the sun rises
Now and then I think, I think now and then
I'd rather give up
 
My talks to myself
My talks to myself
 
My talks to myself
Again won't end till the sun rises
Now and then I think
I'd rather give up
 

Black Drama

[verse 1: Edi Rock]
Black drama, between the success and the mud
Money, problems, envy, luxury, fame
Black drama, curly hair and the black skin
The scar, the disease, on the pursuit of cure
Black drama, tries to see and doesn't see anything
Besides a star far away, kind of blurred
[he] Feels the drama, the price, the charge
In love, in hate, the insane revenge
Black drama, I know who plots and who is with me
The trauma that I carry to not be one more fucked-up black [man]
The drama of jail and favela
Tomb, blood, siren, cries and candles
Brazil's passenger - São Paulo, agony
Who survive among disorder[1] and cowardice
Peripheries, alleys, tenentements
You must be thinking what do you have to do with it
Since the beginning [in the search of] gold and silver
Look at[2] who dies, so watch out who you kill
Gets the credit the uniform[3] that practices the evil
Seeing poor [people] locked up or dead is already cultural
Stories, records[4], writings
It's not a tale, either a fable, legend or myth
Wasn't it always said that black [people] have no time?[5] So
Look at the castle and it wasn't you who built it, asshole
I'm brother of my battle homies[6]
I was the flesh now I'm the razor itself
'Clink-clink' cheers to me
I'm an example of victories, trajectories and glories
Money takes a man out of misery
But can't take favela inside of him
There are a few who get into the game[7] to win
The soul stores what the mind tries to forget
[I] look back, [I] see the road I walked, a long time ago[8]
Who was side by side and the ones who only were after me[9]
Between the phrases, phases and various stages
Of who is who, the dudes and the weak chicks
Black drama of style
To be [it], if it is, it has to be, if [one] gets scared it's a blunder[10]
Between the trigger and the storm
Always to prove that I'm a man and not a coward
May God keep me [safe], because I know he's not neutral
[he] looks for the rich [people], but loves the ones who came from ghetto
I wear black inside and outside
Warrior, poet between time and memory
In this story I see dollars and various carats
I tell [the] dude to not die and also don't kill
The 'Tik-Tok' doesn't wait, look at the [clock] pointer
This road is venomous and full of mortars
Nightmare? I'ts a compliment
For someone who lives in war, peace has never existed
On the hot weather, my people sweat cold[11]
[I] saw a black [little boy], his notebook was a rifle
 
[interlude: Mano Brown]
Crime, soccer, music, fuck...
I couldn't scape that either
I'm another one
Forrest Gump is grass[12]
I prefer to tell a real story
I'm gonna tell mine...
 
[Verde 2: Mano Brown]
It would be a movie, a black [woman] and a child in [her] arms
Alone in a forest of concrete and steel
See, look one more time to the face in the crowd
The crowd is a faceless and heartless monster
Hey, São Paulo! Skyscrapper land
The drizzle tears the flesh, it's the Babbel's Tower
Brazilian family, two against the world
Single mom of a promising bum
Light, camera, action! The scene goes
A bastard, one more brown[13] fatherless son
Hey, mill owner[14] I know who you are
You can't handle it all alone, you can't handle it all alone, by foot
You said it was good and the favelas heard it
There's also whiskey and Red Bull, Nike sneakers and rifles there
[I] admit, your cars are fine
Yeah, I don't know how to do internet, VHS, pumped-up cars
I'm a bit late, yes, I am, I guess
But see that, your game is dirty and I don't fit in
I'm too much of a problem, from Carnival to Carnival
I'm from the jungle, I'm a lion, I'm too much for your backyard[15]
I have one thousand problems with school, one thousand problems[16]
Unbeliavable, but your son imitates me
Among you all, he's the smartest
Waddles [17] and says slangs 'not slangs, a dialect'[18]
This one isn't yours anymore ... [it] rose
[I] entered by your radio, [I] took it, you didn't even see it
We are 'this', 'that', what? Didn't you say it?
Your son wants to be black, Ha! Ironic
Glue a 2Pac poster there, what about it? What do you say?
Feel the black drama, go ahead, try to be happy
Hey, wealthy dude[19], who did you this good?
What did you give, what do you do, what did you do for me?
I received your tik, I mean your kit
Of open-air sewer and walls made of woods
I didn't die of shame, I'm alright, I'm still here
Not you, you're not going through when the red sea opens
I'm human, tough man, from ghetto, Brown, Obá! [20]
That crazy [man] that can't make a mistake
That one you hate to love in this moment
Brown skin and [I] listen to funk, [I] came from where diamonds came from
From mud, thanks mom, black drama...
 
[Outro: Mano Brown]
Yo... On that time of the wooden homes on the quarry [21]
Where were you all? What did you give to me? What did you do to me?
Now you keep an eye on the money I earn?
Now you keep an eye on the car I drive?
About time [22], I want more, I want even your soul
Yo, Rap made me be what I am
Ice Blue, Edi Rock and KL Jay, and all the family
And all the generation that made rap, the generation that revolucionized
The generation that's gonna revolutionate
90s or 21st Century, that's how it is
Yo, you get out of ghetto but ghetto never leaves you, got it, bro?
You're driving a car, the whole world has an eye on you, got it?
Do you know why? Because of your origins, got it, bro?
That's the way you live, it's black drama
I didn't read it, I didn't watch it
I live the black drama, I am the black drama
I am black drama's product
Yo Lady Ana, I'm speechless, you (Ms.) are a queen, queen
But hey, if [I] have to back to favela, I'll go back with my head raised up
Because that's how it is, reborned from the ashes
Steady and strong, faith warrior
Born bum!
 

The Song of the Walloons

Of our Wallonia we are proud.
Rever’d are Her children o’er the world.
Behold the triumph of Her industry,
The grandeur of Her arts!
Though our land be small, yet Her science
That of many a populous nation surpasseth
Our freedom is what we yearn for most
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 
We, Walloons, brothers to each other
And assuage one another in disaster
Without boast we succeed
And try to keep it classified
Charity a poor cottage visiteth
By night and cautiously goeth
A bit we may give, but from the heart it cometh.
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 
O humble land of Wallonia,
O land of our hearts’ desire, with prudence we hail Thee.
Saddened we are when men speak ill of Thee.
’Tis heartbreaking truly!
But fear not the foe’s attacks
Thy children shall defend Thine honour arch.
Who dareth our anger pique?
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 
As brothers in Wallonia we love each other
We’re pleased to shake hands with one another.
Yet we’re content of not often revealing so.
When it wants to do good no one appeareth.
The house that charity entereth
That to night with a thousand cares goeth.
The little that giveth no one in secret giveth:
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 

Limburg My Fatherland

Where the little nightingale sings in the bronze green oak forest,
Where the lay of the lark sounds over the tender cornfield,
Where the shepherd's horn echoes, along the bank of the little stream:
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
 
Where the broad stream of the Meuse flows stately towards the sea,
Where the lush, juicy field crops, deliciously grow and flourish,
Where the flower garden and meadow and forest delightfully shine:
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
 
Where the fine language of the forefathers sounds with clear strength,
Where one by nature prudent and proud, despises foreign pageantry,
Where our own customs, our own beauty pleases the heart of the people:
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
 

The Flemish Lion

Ne'er shall they tame him, the proud Flemish Lion,
Even if they threaten with chains and roars his freedom.
Ne'er shall he be tamed, so long as one Fleming liveth,
So long as the Lion can claw, so long as he hath teeth.
 
[Chorus:]
Ne'er shall he be tamed,
so long as a Fleming liveth.
So long as the lion can claw
so long as he hath teeth.
 
Time devoureth cities, ne'er shall thrones last,
Armies may topple, but a folk dieth not.
Besieged by grievous danger, the foe cometh marching in

Old Land of our Fathers

Old land of our fathers, your children love you!
Dear land of the west, what country is your equal?
Across the whole world, we are spread far and wide,
But our love is for you.
 
Cornwall! Cornwall, we love Cornwall!
As long as the sea may be as a wall around you,
We are one and all for Cornwall!
 
Kingdom of King Arthur, ancient saints and the Grail,
No other land is more beloved by us

My Normandy

When everything is reborn in hope
And winter flees far from us,
Under the beautiful sky of our France,
When the sun returns gentler,
When nature has turned green again,
When the swallow has returned,
I like to see again my Normandy,
It's the country where I was born.
 
I’ve seen the fields of Helvetia,1
And its chalets and its glaciers,
I’ve seen the sky of Italy,
And Venice and its gondoliers.
Greeting each homeland,
I told myself that no stay
Is finer than my Normandy,
It's the country where I was born.
 
There comes a time of life,
When every dream must end,
A time when the restful soul
Needs to remember.
When my chilled muse
Makes its way back to the past,
I’ll go see again my Normandy,
It's the country where I was born.
 

• 1. Switzerland

On Ilkley Moor Without a Hat

Where have you been since I saw you, I saw you?
On Ilkley Moor without a hat
Where have you been since I saw you, I saw you?
Where have you been since I saw you?
On Ilkley Moor without a hat
On Ilkley Moor without a hat
On Ilkley Moor without a hat
You've been courting Mary Jane
You're bound to catch your death of cold
Then we will have to bury you
Then the worms will come and eat you up
Then the ducks will come and eat up the worms
Then we will go and eat up the ducks
Then we will all have eaten you
That's where we get our own back
 

The rock band Wounded Knee

Big sister was pregnant the third time
When we all realized
That Eino's garage door
Can be locked and the noise won't wake him up
We were Käpä and Antsu,
Pykä and I and the crazy son of the salesman
He was later caught burning the church
when he stopped to fry potatoes there
At the corner of the garage we pondered
what shall we do with his
When someone said: Let's start a rock band
and call it Wounded Knee
 
The road is open all the way to heaven and never back
Shala la la laa la la la la
Shala laa laa la didadamdii
The road is open up to heaven, we sang with our hair standing up
My friends and I
The rock band Wounded Knee
 
We painted onto that corrugated metal door
A circle and a damn big A
So that all would remember
What we are playing for
Käpä brought his deceased uncle's drums
And all else we bought
I guess Eikka could heat his flat with the ads for half a year
And so we tasted crow blood
And smoked tea from a pipe
made a cocktail of aspirin and pilsner
And so Wounded Knee could jam
 
The road is open all the way to heaven and never back
Shala la la laa la la la la
Shala laa laa la didadamdii
The road is open up to heaven, we sang with our hair standing up
My friends and I
The rock band Wounded Knee
 
Then Pykä left for the military
And Antsu got a job in Stadi 1
He got too good for aspirin-beer
When he visited some Saturday
Käpä set out to naval cuisine school on Christmas
and left to the seas to cook
So the crazy son of the salesman and I
were left to rock alone
But when I was sad and depressed
I guess he remained in the heavens
His coat said Wounded Knee
when he was arrested in the churchyard
 
The road is open all the way to heaven and never back
Shala la la laa la la la la
Shala laa laa la didadamdii
The road is open up to heaven, we sang with our hair standing up
My friends and I
The rock band Wounded Knee
 

• 1. Helsinki

A Lovely Rose

A lovely rose - saidi Mariam
A lovely rose - saidi Mariam
One day, I was hunting on my horse in the hills
Just when you were singing at the bottom of the hill, with a voice gentle like the clouds
I was mesmerised by your voice and I rolled down the hill
Ay-ya-ya, your voice is gentle like the clouds
 
A strong Kazakh youth - Ivan Dudar
A strong Kazakh youth - Ivan Dudar
Tonight, I invite you to come across the river to my house
After you feed your horse, bring your dombra
Once the moon rises, let me play the dombra's strings
Ay-ya-ya, both of us sing together under the trees
 

Lyokha

A recruit, my boy Lyokha
Now joined the army.
What's there to do when you're a boy.
The nineteen year old joined.
All the boys go to serve.
It's a pity they don't take girls.
They need to wait for their boyfriends
And of course, they do wait.
 
Oh Lyokha, Lyokha
Without you I feel horrible,
There's turmoil in my heart, I tell you.
Oh Lyokha, Lyokha
I won't put up with trickery,
All that remains is sighing - I love you so!
 
Sink in silence my sigh,
Fall little tear from my eyes.
You went away dear Lyokha.
All that was, is left behind.
We should clear things up
Only you're not here with me.
Say, I am to blame for something,
Glorious, sweet, dear...
 
Oh Lyokha, Lyokha
Without you I feel horrible,
There's turmoil in my heart, I tell you.
Oh Lyokha, Lyokha
I won't put up with trickery,
All that remains is sighing - I love you so!
 
I don't know what to do with Lyokha
For quite some time there's been no letter.
I live so lonesomely
He doesn't send me his portrait.
I was so glad to see him,
When he came visiting.
I need to wait for him
For he loves me a lot.
 
Oh Lyokha, Lyokha
Without you I feel horrible,
There's turmoil in my heart, I tell you.
Oh Lyokha, Lyokha
I won't put up with trickery,
All that remains is sighing - I love you so!
 

Oh, Love

Why am I feeling this way
I only see you for a second
My day gets completely whole
At night you're my dreams
 
Because of you my heart dances
My mind's restless, your smile is always on my lips
 
It's scary, it's amusing
Making me giddy, making me crazy
Makes me wanna sing, makes me wanna think
Makes me wanna smile, it's making me crazy
 
Oh, oh, love, oh, oh, love
Oh, oh, love, oh, oh
 
Oh, what is this I'm feeling
Hearing your voice, how sweet
My day is filled with music
At night you're at my mind
 
Because of you my heart dances
My mind's restless, your smile is always on my lips
 
It's scary, it's amusing
Making me giddy, making me crazy
Makes me wanna sing, makes me wanna think
Makes me wanna smile, it's making me crazy
 
It's scary, it's amusing
Making me giddy, making me crazy (Love)
Makes me wanna sing, makes me wanna think
Makes me wanna smile, it's making me crazy (Love)
It's funny, it's thrilling
Makes me giddy, makes me crazy
It's scary, it's amusing
Makes me giddy, makes me crazy (Love)
 

Better Me

In the far harbor came the sounds of ship horns
I wandered until you picked me up
Now I'm looking at the reflection in the window glass
This me is both strange and familiar
 
I can smile a little more
Sing a little more
Feel a little more all because of you.
We agreed to practice everyday for happiness
 
Practice laugh a little more
Love myself a little more
Learn to treat myself even better
For you I became a better me
 
Whatever distance is not real separation
Remembrance and understanding can replace all languages
One day life will wilt, but I am glad there are you
In your eyes I see the better in me
 
I can smile a little more
Sing a little more
Feel a little more all because of you.
We agreed to practice everyday for happiness
 
Practice laugh a little more
Love myself a little more
Learn to treat myself even better
For you I became a better me
 
It is that miraculous
Even past mistakes have meaning
Taught me to toss aside all doubts, perhaps I am beautiful,
worth a miracle
 
My tears will fall
But not for weakness
But thank heavens I found you
Else there is no courage for today
 
Now I promise to you
And I can swear to you
For you, I will redouble my efforts to care about myself
To be a better me worth of your pride
 
To be a better me worth of your love
 

Speakers Are Blasting

You don't need to lie
When you upload pics of your trips
Different location of where you are
So you won't give me clues
It's useless to trick me
I'm not running after you
Look at how worried I am
Update my Stories and you will see
 
My speakers are blasting
I'm drinking beer
And you thought
That you deceived the stupid guy
 
I'm worried
By kissing another mouth
I'm worried
By kissing another mouth
 

Yesterday, seven men from Gurjaani...

Yesterday seven men from Gurjaani (a town in Georgia)
went hunting

Mars

At times we're up until so late
 
That I open my eyes and the sun's already rising
I could care less about tomorrow's eye bags if we can talk, if we can, oh-oh
 
And when I'm dacing alone in the bars, I want us to go to mars together.
I'll become an astronaut, and go to the moon or whatever
 
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you much closer
 
At times I feel like I don't understand anything
 
And turn speechless
 
When I try to explain to you what's happening to me
 
When you're infront of me I can't concentrate
And when I'm dacing alone in the bars, I want us to go to mars together.
I'll become an astronaut, and go to the moon or whatever
 
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
 
I write this song to you openheartedly because everything I feel fits in an entire country
I write this song to you openheartedly because everything I feel fits in an entire country
I write this song to you openheartedly because everything I feel fits in an entire country
 
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you better
If then I'll see you better
I'll see you much closer
 

Loose Ends

I don't know if you'll come back
So you can hear this love song
That I've kept in your place
I sing in my prayers suffocating the pain
 
I wish I was somewhere else
To think that distance doesn't exist between us
In the silence of a glance
Talking to you in secret without you hearing my voice
 
I don't know if you'll come back
If you want to come back
We have loose ends
This story is unfinished
 
Think of us wherever you are
Go back in time that time wasted
We were everything without you knowing
That everything is so little for one who loved so much
 
I don't know if you'll come back
If you want to come back
We have loose ends
This story is unfinished
 
I don't know if you'll come back
If you want to come back
We've got loose ends
This story is unfinished
 
We've got loose ends
This story is unfinished
 

Let your voice out and sing

Goodbye sadness, see you later
It's all over between us two
I can't even imagine (imagine)
How dark that place was
 
To the bad vibes I say out!
I wipe away tears of old memories
And time gives me strength and courage
It's possible to change
 
Let your voice out and sing
Let your voice out and sing
Of all that we have, the most important thing
Is this life to live
 
Let your voice out and sing
Let your voice out and sing
Dance, shout
Go!
 
Face to face, I know who I am
Deliberately here I go
It's something simple to imagine (imagine)
Clear the way, I wanna go through
 
I don't care about rumours from others
Put Nivea on to see if it gets better1
I'm running away, leaving behind the people
Who want to put me off
 
Let your voice out and sing
 
Let your voice out and sing
Let your voice out and sing
Of all that we have, the most important thing
Is this life to live
 
Let your voice out and sing
Let your voice out and sing
Dance, shout
Jump, shake
Don't stand there, believe
Go!
 

• 1. This idiom refers to putting on some Nivea body creme to release the elbow pain, which in Portuguese slang means to be jealous.

Immortality

What are you looking for, Immortality, in front of my balcony
you don't pay any attention to me, I wonder how longer will my heart endure this
Kings, poets of this world, loved you
but you haven't given to them not even a little sprig of spearmint.
 
You are tough like the fist of death
but a certain time we believed in you
Beautiful lady, every generation wants to own you
but no one ever won you .
 
What are you looking for, Immortality, in front of my balcony
which weird sacrifice does life owe to you
Thirsty Croesus , humble pilgrims came to you
but you never gave them water from your garden's fountain.
 
You are tough like the fist of death
but a certain time we believed in you
Beautiful lady, every generation wants to own you
but no one ever won you .
 

The Bright Sun Is Rising

The bright sun is rising
The bright sun is rising
Over the woods
 
A soldier shot
A soldier shot
Into the linden tree
 
- Oh, dear maiden, you lilly,
- Oh, dear maiden, you lilly,
Give me your word!
 
- Oh, dear lad, you clover,
- Oh, dear lad, you clover,
I won't give my word to a soldier.
 
- It's hard to grow for a little tree
- It's hard to grow for a little tree
In a green wood
 
That's how hard it is for me, a young lad,
That's how hard it is for me, a young lad,
Without a girl...
 

Tropical Country

In honor of the grace, the beauty, the charm, and the poison of Brazilian women
The tropical country
 
I live in a tropical country
Blessed by God
And beautiful by nature
In February
(In February)
There's Carnival
(There's Carnival)
I have a Volkswagen Beetle and a guitar
I cheer for Flamengo1
I have a black girl
Named Tereza
 
I live in a tropical country
Blessed by God
And beautiful by nature
In February
(In February)
There's Carnival
(There's Carnival)
I have a Volkswagen Beetle and a guitar
I cheer for Flamengo
I have a black girl
Named Tereza
 
Sambaby, sambaby
I might not be a band leader, that's right
But at home, all my friends, all my buddies respect me
That's right
This is the reason for friendliness
For power, for that something else and for joy
 
That's why I say
I live in a tropical country
Blessed by God
And beautiful by nature
In February
(In February)
There's Carnival
(There's Carnival)
I have a Volkswagen Beetle and a guitar
I cheer for Flamengo
I have a black girl
Named Tereza
I cheer for Flamengo
I have a black girl
Named Tereza
 
I cheer for Flamengo and I don't dis anybody
But of every five Brazilians, six cheer for Flamengo
 
I live in a tropical country
Blessed by God
And beautiful by nature
In February
(In February)
There's Carnival
(There's Carnival)
I have a Volkswagen Beetle and a guitar
I cheer for Flamengo
I have a black girl
Named Tereza
I cheer for Flamengo
I have a black girl named Tereza
I have a black girl named Tereza
 
I cheer for Flamengo
I have a black girl
Named Tereza
I cheer for Flamengo
I have a black girl
Named Tereza
I cheer for Flamengo and I don't dis anybody
But of every five Brazilians, six cheer for Flamengo
I cheer for Flamengo, I have a black girl named Tereza
 

• 1. Brazil's largest soccer team