El Che Vive! & El Che - songs about Che Guevara

[Maaja]

A friend of mine from Turkey sent me 2 great tapes with songs made for the honour of Che Guevara. There are so many songs frok different artistst and countries (Cuba, Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina, Chile, Germany, France, Italy and a country whose name I don't understand - in Turkish it's Misir).
And now I have even 5 different versions of Hasta Siempre! The one in German is great! But the most interesting song is from this mysterious Misir country, singers called Cheik Imam and Ahmed Fouad are singing a song 'Guevara e morto', that's so interesting and exciting, their style and voice and dedication.

So I recommend everbody to listen to those songs, especially to listen to words!:)

Now I found out that MISIR means Egypt!

(Edited by Maaja at 9:36 am on May 5, 2002)

[ComradeChe]

I havent heard this song by Cheik Imam and Ahmad Fouad Najem.
Cheik Imam unfortunately in the early 90s but his friend Ahmad Najem still alive in Egypt, and he went to jail several times because of songs like that one and because of his thought.
so please if you know where i can find this song 'Guevara e morto' i would be thankfull, and i have this song by Francesco Guccini called Stagioni he talks in it about CHE but i dont understand it, so please if any one knows the lyrics of it or where i can find it post it please.

[suffianr]

Interesting...where can I download it?

[pastradamus]

Sounds good,I'll get um!
Boikot have a good few che songs u should get sum of theirs too.

[Avamatha]

I'll try to download from WinMX... *tries*

*waiting for results*

*waiting*

No results. :(

[ComradeChe]

Stagioni

Quanto tempo è passato da quel giorno d'autunno
di un ottobre avanzato, con il cielo già bruno,
fra sessioni di esami, giorni persi in pigrizia,
giovanili ciarpami, arrivò la notizia...


Ci prese come un pugno, ci gelò di sconforto,
sapere a brutto grugno che Guevara era morto:
in quel giorno d'ottobre, in terra boliviana
era tradito e perso Ernesto "Che" Guevara...


Si offuscarono i libri, si rabbuiò la stanza,
perché con lui era morta una nostra speranza:
erano gli anni fatati di miti cantati e di contestazioni,
erano i giorni passati a discutere e a tessere le belle illusioni...


"Che" Guevara era morto, ma ognuno lo credeva
che con noi il suo pensiero nel mondo rimaneva...
"Che" Guevara era morto, ma ognuno lo credeva
che con noi il suo pensiero nel mondo rimaneva...


Passarono stagioni, ma continuammo ancora
a mangiare illusioni e verità a ogni ora,
anni di ogni scoperta, anni senza rimpianti:
" Forza Compagni, all'erta, si deve andare avanti! "


E avanti andammo sempre con le nostre bandiere
e intonandole tutte quelle nostre chimere...
In un giorno d'ottobre, in terra boliviana,
con cento colpi è morto Ernesto "Che" Guevara...


Il terzo mondo piange, ognuno adesso sa
che "Che" Guevara è morto, mai più ritornerà,
ma qualcosa cambiava, finirono i giorni di quelle emozioni
e rialzaron la testa i nemici di sempre contro le ribellioni...


"Che" Guevara era morto e ognuno lo capiva
che un eroe si perdeva, che qualcosa finiva...
"Che" Guevara era morto e ognuno lo capiva
che un eroe si perdeva, che qualcosa finiva...


E qualcosa negli anni terminò per davvero
cozzando contro gli inganni del vivere giornaliero:
i Compagni di un giorno o partiti o venduti,
sembra si giri attorno a pochi sopravvissuti...


Proprio per questo ora io vorrei ascoltare
una voce che ancora incominci a cantare:
In un giorno d'ottobre, in terra boliviana,
con cento colpi è morto Ernesto "Che" Guevara...


Il terzo mondo piange, ognuno adesso sa
che "Che" Guevara è morto, forse non tornerà,
ma voi reazionari tremate, non sono finite le rivoluzioni
e voi, a decine, che usate parole diverse, le stesse prigioni,


da qualche parte un giorno, dove non si saprà,
dove non l'aspettate, il "Che" ritornerà,
da qualche parte un giorno, dove non si saprà,
dove non l'aspettate, il "Che" ritornerà !

[ComradeChe]

That was the lyrics of Stagioni by the Italian singer Francesco Guccini

[ComradeChe]

Seasons

How much time is passed from that day of autumn
of an advanced October, with the already tawny sky,
between sessions of examinations, days lost in laziness,
juvenile ciarpami, the news arrived...


Taken like a fist, frosted us of sconforto,
to know to ugly grugno that Guevara was died:
in that day of October, Bolivian earth
he was betrayed and lost Ernesto "Che" Guevara...


The books were dimmed, rabbui? the room,
because with he our hope was died one:
they were the fatati myth years sings to you and of contestazioni,
they were the days passes to you to discuss and to weave the beautiful illusions...


"Che" Guevara was dead man, but everyone believed it
that with we its thought in the world remained...
"Che" Guevara was dead man, but everyone believed it
that with we its thought in the world remained...


Seasons passed, but we still continued
to eat illusions and truth to every hour,
years of every discovery, years without regretted:
"Force Similar, to the erta, must be gone ahead! "


And ahead we went always with our flags
and intonandole all those our chimeras...
In a day of October, Bolivian earth,
with one hundred blows Ernesto is died "Che" Guevara...


The third world cries, everyone now knows
that "Che" Guevara is dead man, never more it will return,
but something changed, ended the days of those emotions
and rialzaron the head the enemies always against the rebellions...


"Che" Guevara was died and everyone understood it
that a hero got lost, than something ended...
"Che" Guevara was died and everyone understood it
that a hero got lost, than something ended...


And something in the years finished indeed in order
cozzando against the deceits of the living every day:
the Companions of a day or you leave yourself or sold,
it seems turns around little survivors...


Just for this hour I would want to listen
a voice that still begins to sing:
In a day of October, Bolivian earth,
with one hundred blows Ernesto is died "Che" Guevara...


The third world cries, everyone now knows
perhaps that "Che" Guevara is dead man, it will not return,
but shaken reactionary you, are not ended the revolutions
and you, to tens, that used various words, the same prisons,


from some part a day, where it will not be known,
where not waited for it, "Che" it will return,
from some part a day, where it will not be known,
where not waited for it, "Che" it will return!

[ComradeChe]

i couldnt get better translation from italian to english, coz i dont know italian....