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1. |
KEYNEMSLAND
03:15
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קײנעמסלַאנד
ַאלץ װָאס כ'קען ַאצינד
איז איבערקומען דעם ָא גרױל
אויס קינסטלער, הַאלט איך מיר אין הַאנט
.איצט נָאר ַא ּפיסטױל
מַײן לעבן ַא מָאל מוזיק געװען
מַײן ֿפַאך: גיטַאריסט
הַײנט הער איך נָאר טָאג אַײן טָאג אויס
.װי ַארטילעריע שיסט
מַײן לעבן איז טױט
איך שטַארב אויף להבא
נשמה־ֿפרַײ, ַא גולם
ַ.א גַאסט ֿפון עולם־הבא
בָאמבלען זיך אין קָאּפ מיר
ניגונים ָאן ַא שיער
און זעץ, קנַאל, קנַאל, ּפיף־ּפיף־ּפַאף
.מתים ֿפַאלן ֿפַאר מיר
ַא שיסער װערט דער גיטַאריסט
מוזיק מַאכט איצט נָאר אויף דער ביקס
ַא סימֿפָאניע יעדן טָאג
געזונגען ֿפונעם מױל ֿפון דער ביקס
ֿפון דער ביקס
דער מָאדוס ֿפון דעם ניגון
איז ֿפון קִיום דער אינסטינקט
ֿפון ָאקָאּפע די ַאריע מַײנע
.איך בין נָאך דָא" זינגט"
דער ִייּתור ֿפון ַא מוזיקער
װָאס װַאלגערט זיך אין קײנעמסלַאנד
,דער עולם, זַײנע שונאים
.הײבט הױך ַארױף די הַאנט
ַא שיסער װערט דער גיטַאריסט
מוזיק מַאכט איצט נָאר אויף דער ביקס
ַא סימֿפָאניע יעדן טָאג
געזונגען ֿפונעם מױל ֿפון דער ביקס
ֿפון דער ביקס
ֿ-פון יענעמס אויך דערצורעװָאלוציע ֿפון מַײן הַאנט
מַאכט ַא קברנס שּפָאדל
.צעשטערט דעם קינסטלערס מי
מַײנע חלומות הָאט געבטלט
.מלחמהס שּפיכת־דם
לעבעדיקע טױטע
.קײן נס לא היה שם
ַא שיסער װערט דער גיטַאריסט
מוזיק מַאכט איצט נָאר אויף דער ביקס
ַא סימֿפָאניע יעדן טָאג
געזונגען ֿפונעם מױל ֿפון דער ביקס
ֿפון דער ביקס
KEYNEMSLAND
All I know how to do nowIs survive the horror
No longer an artist, in my hand I hold
Only a pistol now.
Once my life was music
My profession: guitarist
Now all I hear day in, day out
The shots of artillery.
My life is deathI just die from now on
Soulless, a golem
A visitor from beyond the grave.
Vague memories rattle around in my head
Of melodies without number
And bing, bang, bang, rat tat tat
Corpses fall before me.
The guitarist is now a shooter
Who only makes music on his gun
Every day a symphony
Sung from the muzzle of his gun,
Of his gun
The mode of my tuneIs the instinct to survive
From the trench, my aria sings “I’m still here.”
The remnants of a guitarist
Who drifts through no man’s land
The audience, his enemies
Raises its hands high [in surrender].
The guitarist is now a shooter
Who only makes music on his gun
Every day a symphony
Sung from the muzzle of his gun,
Of his gun
Revolution, from my hand
And the hands of others, too
has made a gravedigger’s shovel
Destroyed artistic effort.
My dreams were nullified
By blood spilt in war
The dead who live
No miracle happened there.
The guitarist is now a shooter
Who only makes music on his gun
Every day a symphony
Sung from the muzzle of his gun, Of his gun
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2. |
SIN MIEDO
03:24
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SIN MIEDO
Les roba todos sus sueldos
Coronado con un par de cuernos
Las coje con complicaciones
En silencio sin explicaciones
Lunes hasta los domingos,
Los pinches gritos de este güerrito
Desmadre del jefe pallaso,tontaso, maleducao.
Tratadas como esclavas
Aún así, ellas no se dan por vencidas
Ndi'dando shíkando mayuundo kindo
kukendo tuini niyecaña.
Reacciona llamando a la policía
Afirma que están traspasando
Esos pinches puercos son corruptos
Cuando es entre mixtecos y blancos
El sheriff y el jefese mantienen unidos
Los cargos eran falsos, y fueron liberadas,
Pero el jefe quiso castigarlas más
Contactó a inmigración y fueron incriminadas.
Mentiras despues de mentiras
Heridas encima de heridas
Luchando por sus vidas
Tidayau kutauiiniña
tuu kuya ñuu
shi ñade'e
Los condenados
fueron el poli y el jefe
SIN MIEDO
He steals all their salaries
Crowned with a pair of horns
He screws them with complications
In silence without explanations
Monday to Sunday,
The fucking screams of this guerrito
Rampage of the bafoonish, idiotic, offensive boss.
Treated like slaves
Still, they don't give up.
All together they march without fear
of collecting the money they are owed
He reacts by calling the police
He claims that they are trespassing
Those fucking pigs are corrupt
When it is between Mixtecs and whites
The sheriff and the boss
stick together
The charges were false, and they were released,
But the boss wanted to punish them further
He contacted immigration
and they were framed.
Lies after lies
Wounds on top of wounds
Fighting for their lives
They are the vulnerable ones for not
being from there.
And they take advantage of young mothers
Yet, those convicted
were the cop and the boss
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SARAJEVSKI VUKOVI
04:16
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SARAJEVSKI VUKOVI
Našoj tek rođenoj zemlji nevrijeme se sprema
Ćelo dragi što baš danas glavna si im tema
Naši mali megalomani u dupetu glavice
Ne čuješe zemlja drhti iznad Grbavice
Što se šuška više vrijedi od hiljadu skupština
Vučja njuška osjetila jagma u Krteljima
Imam dobrih pokvarenih
korupcija je živa
Kad male pare puno vrijede
ništa se ne skriva
Dal to bi za zemlju il za pare - ne bih znao reći
Pljačkali i sili li smo, dovodili nesreći
al kad dušman udri mi ko tvrdžava
Narod viče heroj a ja ne bih reko,
A ja ne bih reko
On dobro znade da je važno medije zanjeti
Pred kamermanom po bolnici pomoći donjeti
Ko će pitat odakle nama za dijeliti hrane
a konvoj stiže bez pomoći dugo čekivane
U Skerlićevoj naš je štab Dragica Pravica
Cijel komšiluk strah i trepet od naših igrica
Komšinica moli da joj skinem metusa stana
Rekoh “hajde bona ti si se naživila baba”
Dal to bi za zemlju il za pare, ne bih znao reći
Pljačkali i sili li smo, dovodili nesreći
al kad dušman udri mi ko tvrdžava
Ime mu prokleto, a ja ne bih reko
A ja ne bih reko
U šumi vuku se čini da je on tu lav
Gospodar muha lako biti kad je grad krvav
Bostan obran sve ih manje na vrhu Igmana
Ne odazvah se ostadesmo Sarajva odbrana
Nije lako al mudrost vrijeditreba odabrati
Kad se bunit, kad prešutit, biti umiljati
Ko drugome jamu kopa sam i u nju upada
A njemu jama pokraj puta od Belgijskog grada
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SARAJEVSKI VUKOVI
A storm is brewing for our newborn country
Ćelo dear, why did you pick today to be their main topic?
Our tiny megalomaniacs, heads in (their) ass
Didn’t hear the earth trembling above Grbavica
What is whispered is worth more than a thousand parliamentary sessions
The wolf’s nose sensed the looting in Krtelji
I have some close rotten people,corruption is alive
When pittance is worth a lot, nothing is hidden
Was it for country or money, I couldn’t say
We looted and coerced, brought people to misery
But when the enemy hit we were like a fortress
The people say hero, but I wouldn’t say so
I wouldn’t say so
He knew well it was important to woo the media
In front of the cameraman
handing out food aid in the hospital
Who would ask where we got food to hand out
Meanwhile convoys arrive without aid
On Skerlić street our base is Dragica Pravica
The whole neigbourhood trembles in fear because of our games
A neighbour begs me to stop making her apartment a target
I said “move along you lived long enough granny”
Was it for country or money, I couldn’t say
We looted and coerced, brought people to misery
But when the enemy hit we were like a fortress
His name is cursed, but I wouldn’t say so
I wouldn’t say so
In the forest a wolf thinks himself a lion
It’s easy to be lord of the flies when the city is bloody
Orchard picked there’s less and less of them on top of Igman
I didn’t heed the call, we stayed in defense of Sarajevo
It’s not easy but wisdom is precious, you have to choose
When to oppose, when to stay quiet, be meek
Who digs a ditch for another falls into it himself
And his ditch is by a road outside a Belgian town
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4. |
A SHPATSIR IN SHOT
03:08
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5. |
ÅPEN HIMMEL
03:28
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ÅPEN HIMMEL
Med siste pust ble blodet hennes kaldt
Hun ga livet sitt til mange
Hun som fostret oss opp møtte sitt endelige
Sammen med havet og godt selskap
Jeg ser henne på grønne marker
Hvor hun holdt meg
Nu er hun ett med jorden og elvene som vi kom fra
Jeg ser henne
Trøtte øyne hviler på åpen himmel
Hun forsvinner litt etter litt, men jeg ser henne fortsatt
Solen gikk ned på din siste dag
Hva skal jeg gjøre uten deg
Din vei kommer til en ende
Og jeg vil fortsette å se deg
ÅPEN HIMMEL
With final breathe,her blood ran cold
She gave her life to many
She who raised usmet her end
Alongside ocean and good company
I see her in the fields of green
Where she held me
Now one with the ground and soiland rivers from which we came
I see her
Weary eyes rest upon wide open sky
She fades away
but I still see her
The sun set on your last day
What am I supposed to do without you
Your road comes to an end
And I will keep seeing you
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وردةٌ لأجلِ قلبٍ منسيٍّ
في بيتٍ عالٍ تسكُن سيدةُ الزهور
في سماءٍ ممزقة، إلهٌ يشتهي المتعة
ليُغذي نوره يستهلِكُ رغباته
خالف بوعده للسماء من خلال شابة
الخيانة الظاهرة أصبحت قاتلة
الصواعقُ تستهدفُ البريئة
لإنقاذِ الباكية التي عاشت في الضباب
كبقرةٍ، تخلى عنها الإله البخيل
مرت مائةُ عامٍ بالبكاءِ على الشبابِ الضائعِ
إلهة ذات قلب رقيق أتت
ٍلتزيين السنوات القادمة للبقرة المدانة بالجمال
زهرة نصف بشرية ستُسحر الفكر.
وردةٌ لأجلِ قلبٍ منسيٍّ
WARDATUN LI AJLIN QALBIN MANSIYIN
Dans une villa perché se trouve une dame de fleur
Dans un ciel déchiré un dieu avare de jouissance
Pour nourrir ses éclairs il consume ses désirs
De part une humaine juvénile il brisa sa promesse au ciel
L'erreur fécondée une fois connue est mortelle
Les éclaires malveillantes en veulent a l'innocente
Pour sauver la pleureuse qui vivait dans le brouillard
Le dieu avare la faisant vache s'en départie
Cent ans passé à pleurer la jeunesse fracassée
Une déesse d'un coeur tendre se chargea d'apporter
Pour vêtir de beauté les années a venir de la vache condamné
Une fleur mi-humaine qui saura enchantée : la pensée
Un pétale de pensée pour un coeur oublié
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In a high house lives the Lady of Flowers
In a torn sky, a god craves pleasure
To feed his light, he consumes his desires
He broke his promise to heaven through a young woman
The apparent betrayal became fatal
Thunderbolts target the innocent
To save the crying woman who lived in the fog
Like a cow, abandoned by the miserly god
A hundred years have passed, crying over lost youth
A goddess with a tender heart has come
To decorate the coming years of the condemned cow with beauty
A half-human flower that will enchant the mind.
A rose for a forgotten heart
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TO AMPELOPOÚLI TOU
03:36
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το Αμπελοπούλι του
Στα όνειρά μου ερχότανε
συνέχεια και ζητούσε
Ερχόταν η αγάπη μου και με παρακαλούσε
Τα πόδια μου ελύγισαν και τα φτερά μου πάνε
Την ξόβεργα επάτησα
Αχ, θεέ μου θα με φάνε
Τώρα πάνω στην ξόβεργα,
το λέω το φωνάζω:
Είμαι το Αμπελοπούλι του
και βαριαναστενάζω
Την τύχη μου την έκανα στην ξόβεργα επάνω
Λεφτά πολλά και αργυρά δικά μου θα γεννούνε
Οι μπάτσοι αν δεν με δούνε
Και τώρα που σε έπιασα
απ' το χρυσό φτερό σου
Είσαι το Αμπελοπούλι μου
και ήρθε ο καιρός σου
Τη θάλασσα την άπειρη επέρασα ζητώντας
Τροφή και σπίτι ψάχνωντας,
τη ξόβεργα κοιτώντας
Τα όνειρά του άκουσα:
η αγάπη τον καλούσε
Η αγάπη του τον φώναζε
και τον αναζητούσε
To Ampelopouli Tou
She used to come in my dreams
she kept asking for me
My love was begging me
My legs got weak and my wings stopped
I stepped on it
Oh my god they're going to eat me
Now stuck on the overhang,
I say it, I shout it:
I am his Ampelopouli
and I sigh heavily
I made my luck with this birdlime
A lot of money will be mine
If the cops don't spot me
And now that I have caught him by his golden wing
I tell you:
You are my Ampelopouli
and your time has come
I crossed the infinite sea, asking
Searching for food and a home,
When my eyes landed on the limed twigs
Eavesdropping in his dreams: his love was calling him
His love was calling him, looking for him
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8. |
PO PROSTU CHCIAŁEM
03:45
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PO PROSTU CHCIAŁEM
To jest ziomka wyjazd, kawalerski we Lwowie
Dwunastu z nas jedzie busem z Warszawy
Co wieziemy to nikt sie nie dowie
Łyk fanty, kwas z butli i kazdy niemrawy
Pochowana emka po pigułach z recepty
Koks ziomek też skitrał pod gacie w poślady
Teraz tylko dostać na granicy akcepty
Z koksem skitranym przez ziomka w poślady
Po prostu chciałem przyjebać gruby melanż
Wjazd na granice,
Ukraińska straż wbija do busa
Chcą sprawdzić wszystkie miejsca
Przypał sie zbliża bo widzą w nas łobuza
Trzydzieści godzin mija, wrzucają nam zarzuty
Posiadanie, przemyt, atak oficera
Każdy już dawno przestał być skuty
Wracamy do domu, puste dragi, spocona cera
Po prostu chciałem przyjebać gruby melanż
Idę po Warszawie, praga północ, grudzień
Osiemnasta, ciemno, ktoś łapie mnie za ramie
Odwracam się a tu znowu pies mnie łapie
Ciągnie do radiowozu, znowu przeszukanie
To już trzeci raz w tym jebanym tygodniu
Serio, kurwa, weź, uspokój się
Zostaw mnie ziomku
PO PROSTU CHCIAŁEM
It’s our homie’s trip, bachelor party in Lviv
Twelve of us drive in a bus from Warsaw
What we are carrying no one will find out
Sip of fanta, acid from the bottleand everyone’s dizzy
Hidden mdma in prescription pills
Cocaine homie hid in underwear between cheeks
Now we just have to get accepted at the border
With cocaine hidden by the homie between cheeks
I just wanted to fucking hit a fat party
Driving into border
Ukrainian border guards enter the bus
They want to check all places
Problem is getting closer cause they see a rogue in us
Thirty hours passed, they give us charges
Possession, smuggling, attack on officer
Everyone’s not high anymore
We’re going back home, empty drugs, sweaty skin
I just wanted to fucking hit a fat party
I’m walking in Warsaw, North Praga (district),
December 6pm, dark out, someone’s grabbing my arm
I turn around and again I got caught by a pig
He pull me to a police car, again search over
It’s third time this fucking week
Seriously, fuck, c’mon, calm down
Leave me alone homie
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9. |
ANTÍREVMA
03:40
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Αντίρευμα
ερχονται με όπλα
Και έρχονται με φωτιά
Φωνές γεμίζουν τους δρόμους
Φλεγόμενα κτίρια
Ο κόσμος τρέχει
Δεν ξερουν που πάνε
Με τα χέρια γεμάτα,
προς τη θάλασσα τρέχουν
μπορούν να δουν τις βαρκες
στον ορίζοντα
Φεύγοντας για να γλιτώσουν από
έναν πύρινο τάφο
στο νερό πάνε
το ρεύμα είναι δυνατό
ζητούν να επιβιβαστούν στις βάρκες
τους υποδέχονται με
καυτό νερό και λάδι
ακούστηκε ότι ο καπετάνιος
διέταξε τους μουσικούς
να παίζουν πιο δυνατά
για να πνίξουν τις κραυγές
“Θα θέλαμε να βοηθήσουμε
Αλλά μπορεί να βλάψει το εμπόριο
Αυτοί που έκαψαν την πόλη σας
είναι τώρα πιο σημαντικοί”
Ας θυμηθούμε
αυτούς που χασαν το καράβι
δυστυχώς, θα παίζουμε μία μελωδία
όσο καλύτερα μπορούμε
ν' ανεβουν τα πνεύματα στον ουρανό
πάνω από το νερό
που θα μπορούσε να με είχε σώσει
επιπλέω
τώρα, ελεύθερος
Antirevma
They come with weapons
And they come with fire
Voices fill the streets
Burning buildings
People are running
They don't know where to go
With their hands full, they run towards the sea
They can see the shipson the horizon
Fleeing to escape a fiery grave
In the water they go
The undertow is strong
They ask to board the boats
and are greeted withboiling water and oil
It was heard that the captain
ordered the musicians to play louderto drown out the screams
“We would like to help you
But it may damage trade
Those who burned your city
are more important now”
May we remember those who missed the boat
Sadly, we will play a tune the best we can
to raise the spirits to the sky
Atop the water
which could have saved me
Float
Now, free
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10. |
SHAAPIT HEERA
03:49
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शापित हीरा
प्राचीन काल से पूजे गए हीरे
अजेयता और सुरक्षा के लिए वंदित रहे हीरे
फिर मुझे, हीरून के नूर कोहिनूर को
कैसे विजय का प्रतीक बना दिया
भाई को भाई का... विद्रोही बना दिया
हिंसा … हत्या …पीड़ा से मेरा सफर सज़ा दिया
मुझे हीरून के नूर कोहिनूर को...
एक विजय का प्रतीक बनाया दिया
गोलकोंडा … तुगलक … फ़ारसी
साम्राज्य … मुझे हासिल कर… हुए फनाह
मुगल ... अफगान खानात ... मराठा ...लोधी
साम्राज्य … मुझे हासिल कर… हुए फनाह
सिख … खिलजी ... ब्रिटिश ... दुर्रानी
साम्राज्य … मुझे हासिल कर… हुए फनाह
बेटे को पिता का …कटाक्ष ... धोखेबाज़ी
है ये एक श्राप ... मुझे हासिल कर … हो जयो फनाह जिसे ये हीरा हासिल होगा
उसे दुनिया हासिल होगी … लेकिन साथ
हासिल होगी उसकी सारी विपतियां
केवल भगवान या एक महिला पे ही येह …
बेपरवाही से संवरेगा
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SHAAPIT HEERA
Since ancient times diamonds have been revered
For invincibility and protection, they have been respected
Why then, the radiance in diamonds – Kohinoor,
why was I made a symbol of conquest?
Made brother rebel against brother
Violence, murder, torture, decorated my journey
I, the radiance in diamonds, Kohinoor
Was made into a symbol of conquest
The Golconda, Tuglak and Persian Empires
found me, and got destroyed
The Kingdoms of Mughal, Afghan Khanat, Maratha, Lodhi
found me, and got destroyed
The Sikh, Khilji, British and Durrani Empires
found me, and collapsed
Son to father... mutilation, treachery
This is a curse. Find me... and get destroyed
“He, who owns this diamond,
will own the world, but will also know all of its misfortunes.
Only God or a woman can wear it with impunity.”
credits
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11. |
AZ ES VERT MIR SHVER
02:15
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אַז עס װערט מיר שװער
פֿאַרשפּאַרט, פֿאַרשפּאַרט, פֿול מיט בענקעניש
אָן קוליעס פֿון לעבן װערט מײַן פֿאַרלאַנג אַן אָנשיקעניש
צו װאָס די פּאַניק, עס האָט ניט קאַ’ זינען
כ’האָב ניט קאַ’ ברירה, מיז איך כאַפּן אַ טיפֿן אָטעם
ס’איז בעסער צו לײַדן אַלײן װי אין אײנעם
אַז עס װערט מיר שװער, קומען אָן לופֿטבילדער
אַ שיכּור פֿאַרשפּאַרט אָן בראָנפֿן
קען דאָך זען אַ פּאָר זעונגען
איך פֿרעג זיך: פֿון װאַנען שטאַמען מײַנע רעיונות
אַן אָרט פֿון ליבע צי אַן אָרט פֿון מורא?
אױב דער פּחד באַװעגט מיך, דאַן װעל איך
נאָר אַנטלױפֿן פֿון די אמתן פֿונעם בורא
מע מאַכט זיך האַרץ כּדי זיך אומצוקערן אױפֿן גוטן דרך
אַן עכטער גיבור קערט איבער די װעלט אין זיך אַלײן
אַז עס װערט מיר שװער, קומען אָן לופֿטבילדער
אַ שיכּור פֿאַרשפּאַרט אָן בראָנפֿן
קען דאָך זען אַ פּאָר זעונגען
AZ ES VERT MIR SHVER
Locked up, locked up, full of longing
Without life’s crutches, my desire becomes a nuisance
What’s the use of panicking, it doesn’t make sense
I have no choice, I gotta take a deep breath
It's better to suffer alone than all together
When the going gets rough, mirages appear
A drunk, locked up without booze, just might have a few visions
I ask myself: where do my thoughts come from –
A place of love or a place of fear?
If fear is what drives me,
Then I'll just end up fleeing from the truths of the Creator
One plucks up courage to get onto the right path
True heroes turn the world around within
When the going gets rough, mirages appear
A drunk, locked up without booze, just might have a few visions
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FALSH
Chwalił się skryba, Menachim Yolous
Że wokół Tory się kręcił interes
Pismo Święte, niezły biznes
Alef beys gimmel daled falsh
Naprawiał Tory znalezione
Po zagładzie ocalone
Przynajmniej tak się wydawało
Alef beys gimmel daled falsh
די מעשה האָט אַ מוסר-השׂכּל
פֿאַרטרױ ניט אָן קאַ’ שװינדל
Szukając przygód, na pomysł wpadł
Wystarczy wierzącym sprzedać fałsz
Za pamięć traumy kasę brał
Alef beys gimmel daled falsh
Za to poszedł siedzieć skryba,
Całe cztery lata chyba
Najpierw wiara potem zdrada
Alef beys gimmel daled falsh
די מעשה האָט אַ מוסר-השׂכּל
פֿאַרטרױ ניט אָן קאַ’ שװינדל
Łowca Tory nieuczciwy
Pisał sam w pokoju cichym
Wielki wyczyn, siwy dym
Alef beys gimmel daled falsh
Każdy zwój ma swoją pamięć
Trzysta tysięcy osiemset pięć
Ile liter, tyle zdrad
Łowca Tory godność kradł
Alef beys gimmel daled falsh
FALSH
The scribe, Menachim Yolous, was showing off
That business was rolling around the Torah
The Holy Scripture, not a bad business
Alef beys gimmel daled falsh
He fixed found Torahs
Made whole after annihilation
At least that’s how it seemed
A, B, C, D, fake
This (Torah) story has a moral,
Don’t put your faith in a fake.
Looking for adventure, he had an idea
It’s enough to sell a fake to the faithful
Taking cash for the remembrance of trauma
A, B, C, D, fake
The tribe did time for all this
A whole four years maybe
First comes faith, then betrayal
A, B, C, D, fake
This (Torah) story has a moral,
Don’t put your faith in a fake.
The dishonest Torah hunter,
Wrote alone in a quiet room
Massive effort, grey smoke
A, B, C, D, fake
Every scroll has it’s own memory
Three hundred thousand, eight hundred and five
As many illusions as there are letters
The Torah hunter stole dignity
A, B, C, D, fake
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Orkestar Kriminal Montreal, Québec
Along with their Yiddish gangster repertoire, Orkestar Kriminal has absorbed the Rebetika Mortika hash den anthems of the 1930s Greek underground. They can also be found performing in Khmer, Spanish, Danish, Romani, Ladino, Russian, Vietnamese, Hebrew or whatever other tongue might attract them. So long as the tune is catchy and a little shady, they'll give it their best shot! ... more
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