Alonso Quijano
11th November 2013, 10:24
Shabak Samech - Lauf Kmo Tzipor
(I'll post a link when I'm home)
Imagine a place for one moment
A place with no hurt
With no crime and with no evil
With swords have been silenced
A place with no murder
With no military police, with no army
When humans all of them
Live as free
There are no credit cards, nothing to buy as well
Ni civil rights, no duties as well
You can walk around with a marijuana cigarette feeling free
With no fear of criminals, no fear of cops
No ZAKA, no FATAH, all are brothers
No migraines, no aspirin
If there's such a place send me en email quickly
For the pain like mine no pill helps anymore
A woman hates me, the army wants me
The law searches for me, the state has prisoned me
Let them try catch me while I'm flying with the music
Evading chains like Houdini of the lyrics
Help me, muse, to sing to blues here
With an Ouzo bottle to roll this groove here
Send me some spirit so I can leave the need
There's a war outside, the heart has surely forgotten how
Slaves we were, today workers are we (same root in Hebrew)
Bringing Shekels (Israeli currency) home to pay mortgage
The kingsr of past are also here as well in fact
Biting the fat, leaving us just a bone, and
What will be with this world, huh?
I ask only for rest/peace, the ground opens up underneath me
From the bad to the worse and hoping to wake up
Let the fog disperse, in another place
With no mass strikes or a queue in the bank
In its end a (female) clerk with make up reminds me that my debt has increased
With no difference of colour, religion, gender or race
Where nature is respected and sewer not thrown to the sea
They tell me: "That's a dream!", I ask:
What's wrong with dreaming? They day will indeed come
And the sun will rise
The dream will reality become
And all will unites, west and east
Escalating up, to the next level to the rainbow
Passing the gate, entering quickly through the white gate
Find a looking position on a cloud, the world's a small globe
A world wrapped in burying clothes, no more space in trash cans
Life is comfortable with missiles, you get used to the cannons
If they can't hear us there in the high windows
Then we need no favours from the gods
Things seen from there - aren't seen from here
Aim your (fighting) arrows high(er)
Press the button, man, make a noise
From a higher angle they can't smell the smoke
Things seen from there - aren't seen from here
What are you telling me, burning land
That its sons bury and its dead counts
With no shame it lies, blind to every other
Galloping towards its down demise and ends
A land where the one who sows cries, it's only for its millionaires
A land of all its rich, where its wicked celebrate
How did the heroes fall of a land that destroys its builded
Its pockets empty of opinion/knowledge/intellect, empty are its eyes
To all who dreams of something other, to stop this film/movie
To change the rules, to break the system
It's necessary to shout the silence to see the lie
To see beyond the Shekel and rise up to the rainbow
All those years stolen from us - it's time to take back from those who took from us
Masters over ourselves, not over our brothers, our neighbours
Not slaves to our money, to our hate
(I'll post a link when I'm home)
Imagine a place for one moment
A place with no hurt
With no crime and with no evil
With swords have been silenced
A place with no murder
With no military police, with no army
When humans all of them
Live as free
There are no credit cards, nothing to buy as well
Ni civil rights, no duties as well
You can walk around with a marijuana cigarette feeling free
With no fear of criminals, no fear of cops
No ZAKA, no FATAH, all are brothers
No migraines, no aspirin
If there's such a place send me en email quickly
For the pain like mine no pill helps anymore
A woman hates me, the army wants me
The law searches for me, the state has prisoned me
Let them try catch me while I'm flying with the music
Evading chains like Houdini of the lyrics
Help me, muse, to sing to blues here
With an Ouzo bottle to roll this groove here
Send me some spirit so I can leave the need
There's a war outside, the heart has surely forgotten how
Slaves we were, today workers are we (same root in Hebrew)
Bringing Shekels (Israeli currency) home to pay mortgage
The kingsr of past are also here as well in fact
Biting the fat, leaving us just a bone, and
What will be with this world, huh?
I ask only for rest/peace, the ground opens up underneath me
From the bad to the worse and hoping to wake up
Let the fog disperse, in another place
With no mass strikes or a queue in the bank
In its end a (female) clerk with make up reminds me that my debt has increased
With no difference of colour, religion, gender or race
Where nature is respected and sewer not thrown to the sea
They tell me: "That's a dream!", I ask:
What's wrong with dreaming? They day will indeed come
And the sun will rise
The dream will reality become
And all will unites, west and east
Escalating up, to the next level to the rainbow
Passing the gate, entering quickly through the white gate
Find a looking position on a cloud, the world's a small globe
A world wrapped in burying clothes, no more space in trash cans
Life is comfortable with missiles, you get used to the cannons
If they can't hear us there in the high windows
Then we need no favours from the gods
Things seen from there - aren't seen from here
Aim your (fighting) arrows high(er)
Press the button, man, make a noise
From a higher angle they can't smell the smoke
Things seen from there - aren't seen from here
What are you telling me, burning land
That its sons bury and its dead counts
With no shame it lies, blind to every other
Galloping towards its down demise and ends
A land where the one who sows cries, it's only for its millionaires
A land of all its rich, where its wicked celebrate
How did the heroes fall of a land that destroys its builded
Its pockets empty of opinion/knowledge/intellect, empty are its eyes
To all who dreams of something other, to stop this film/movie
To change the rules, to break the system
It's necessary to shout the silence to see the lie
To see beyond the Shekel and rise up to the rainbow
All those years stolen from us - it's time to take back from those who took from us
Masters over ourselves, not over our brothers, our neighbours
Not slaves to our money, to our hate