Ohrbooten

Band called Ohrbooten comes  from Germany and combines different genres: hip hop, pop, rock, gypsy, reggae, jazz, dancehall, alternative, salsa, orientaö, ragga, rap and ska. Ohrbooten calls their musical style as Gyp-Hop, that's also the name of their third and for now latest album. Name comes from gypsy and hip hop.

There are four members (from left): Christopher Noodt (keyboard, bass, back vocals), Ben Pavlidis (leading vocals, guitar, lyrics), Markus "Onkel" (means "Uncle") Lingner (percussion, drums, cajon,  back vocals) and Matze Jechlitschka (guitar, back vocals).

Band Ohrbooten sings in German because they want to be undesrtod in Germany because the lyrics are essential. They don't sing just in German but in slang od Berlin. Though they have performed on the stage they keep coming back to the streets where their group was formed and started for to be near their audience and people.

Ohrbooten has collaborated with such Central European bands as Estonian group Vanilla Ninja and German group Culcha Candela (maybe more about them later) and from 2008  Ohrbooten has been working for German project "School without rasism - School with courage".

This song is about the sad weather when we want to go elsewhere "where the weather is better". I heard this song first time when it was raining cats and dogs and tarantellas and this was like a ray of sun in the middle of grey. I apologize for this lyrics translation may contain errors for I have translated it from slang of Berlin which I do not speak.

Check also: An alle Ladies ("For all ladies"), Keine Panik ("No panic"), Man lebt nur einmal ("We live only once"), Autobahn ("Highway"), Bewegung ("Motion"), Stadtkind ("City kid"), Babylon bei Boot ("Babylon by boat"), Mit dem Kopf durch die Wand ("With the head through the wall"), Alle gegen alle ("All against all"), 100 mal am Tag ("100 times in a day").

UND TSCHÜSS!!!!

ik loof da so die Straße lang
kalter Regen is of menen Wegen
und es fängt auch noch zu hageln an
ey wat is 'n dit für 'n Leben?
wat mach ich bloß in dieser Stadt,
die mehr Winter als nen Sommer hat?

*und tschüss!...
wann ik wiederkomm is ungewiss
sicher is, dass ik mir verpiss
dahin wo det Wetter besser is
Sonnenschein ohne Kompromiss*

mene Füße in die Socken
mit zusammn in mene Botten
und dann volle pulle joggen
zu Robben und Wientjes

Lasterverleih!!!

allet wat ik hab, 
ab of 'n Truck jepackt
durch die Innenstadt
Stop vor 'nem Trödelshop-Spot
und verklopp den Schrott
dit war doch allet nur 'n Anker
und ohne soviel Zeug läuft et doch sowieso entspannter
schicket one-way-ticket
der Style is mein Mantra

*und tschüss!... * (2x)

mein Konto lös ich auf
Wohnungskündigung is raus
mein Auto is verkauft
meinen Kumpels sag ich ciao

*und tschüss!... *

UND TSCHÜSS!!!!



 AND BYE!!!!

I run down the street...

The cold rain is on my way

It starts to hail...

Ey what is this?

What am I really doing in this city

Which has more winter than summer?

*And bye!...

When do I come back

It's uncertain

Certain is that I'll go

There where the weather is better

Sunshine without compromise *

My feet are in my socks

With my boots

And then full speed ahead

To the "Robben und Wintjes" ( a rent a car& transport company)

!!!Rastafari!!!

All what I got

Is packed in a trunk

Through the city

STOP in front of a junk shop

I leave all my stuff

All that was just an anchor

With less stuff it's more relaxing

Send a one-way-ticket...

That is my mantra

*And bye...* (2x)

I erase my account, my house dismissal is on,

My car is sold, to my friends I say ciao!

*And bye...* (3x)

AND BYE!!!

Huecco

Iván Sevillano Perez known as Huecco is a Spanish singer. His musical style is vide: latin, rock, salsa, banda, cumbia, samba, son cubano, reggae, urban, reggaeton, rumba, pop, mambo, ska, hip hop, flamenco... He makes combinations and suprising mixtures of different genres.
Also he is known for creating new music style rumbaton.

Huecco is known mostly in Latin lands like America, Brasil and Portugal. He also has travelled in America in Cuba, Mexico, LA, Sao Paulo etc. to combine theme with his Spanish roots.

His lates album is Assalto released in 2008.

Along with Spanish Huecco sings few songs in Portuguese and French.

Check also: La reina de los angelotes (acoustic)("The queen of little angels"), Mirando al cielo ("Looking to the sky"), Je pense a tes yeux ("I think of your eyes"), Los tesoros imposibles ("The impossible treasures"), Si me ayudas volar ("If you help me to fly"), Idiota ("Idiot"), Se acabaron las lagrimas with Hanna ("The tears stopped"), Los tacones baratos ("Cheep heels"), lyrics


What I specially like in Huecco is his great lyrics and the strange way to express himself. His music is catching and partly wild. Reina de los angelotes is one of my fovorites along with the song Creo, which is my song to share today. Notice that Huecco mentions a name, Itzel, she is his daughter and song is dedicated to her. 



CREO

Creo en la fuerza del hombre
Cuando invade tierras que no le corresponden
Creo en Troya cuando arde
Y en la buena fe de los daños colaterales.

Creo en Dios cuando en su nombre
Tiemblan los vagones de Madrid y Londres
Trueques de petróleo y sangre
Bendito intercambio siempre en busca de culpables.

Y creo en la magia que se esconde
Tras la Patria y las banderas de colores
En los que mueren en combate
Y en los que pisaron las minas de chocolate.

Por eso, sólo creo en ti
Uay ay ay amor, sólo creo en ti.
(sólo creo en ti).

Creo que creo en las distintas versiones
En las mil caras del miedo y sus manifestaciones
Ratitas presumidas y arrogantes
Juegan a barrer países y a esconder las llaves.

Y las tiran al fondo del mar
Matarile rile ron matarile rile ran
Creo en fuegos artificiales
Y en las fallas militares.

Por eso, sólo creo en ti
Uay ay ay amor...

*No, no creo en la inocencia
De la voz, de la voz de su conciencia
Yo no, yo no, yo no voy a besar las bocas de la violencia
Porque las flores se mustian y el odio te angustia
Y yo sólo creo, sólo creo en ti.
(sólo creo en ti).*

Creo en discursos con sermones
En promesas para adulterar las elecciones
Creo en ladrones de blanco guante
Cínicos pinochos en sillas de gobernantes.

Caballos comen peones
Alfiles se rinden ante el poder de las Torres
Y jaque al rey desde los mares
En el ajedrez de las potencias nucleares.

Por eso, sólo creo en ti
Uay ay ay Itzel...

*No, no creo.. *

No me interesa ser la fresa presa de sus ambiciones
Leones con encías que vacían nuestros corazones
No hay razones pa que nos sigan tocando los cojones
Nadie confiesa ni expresa perdones... ni expresan perdones.

No, no creo en la inocencia
De la voz, de la voz de su conciencia
Ay!

*No, no creo... *



I BELIEVE

I believe in mankind

When it conquires lands that do not belong to it

I believe in good belief of collaterar damages

I believe in God when in His name

Carriages of Madrid and London are trembling

The trade of petrol and blood

Blessed exchange always seeking for culprits

Yes I believe in magic that hides

Behind the homeland and flags of colours

In those who die in the battle

And in those who step into the mines of chocolate

That's why I only believe in you

Uay ay ay my love, I only believe in you

(I only believe in you)

I think I believe in different versions

In one thousand faces of fear and its manifestations

Complacen and arrogant little rats

Play sweeping the countries and hiding the keyes

And thay'll be thrown to the bottom of the sea

Killingile rile ron killingile rile ron

I believe in fire works

And in the militarian faults

That's why, I only believe in you

Uay ay ay my love, I only believe in you

*No, no I don't believe in the innocence of the voice, of the voice of concience

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not gonna kiss the lips of the violence

Because the flowers whiter and the hate disstress you

And I only believe in you, only in you

(only believe in you) *

I believe in speeches with sermons

In promises to falsify the elecctions

I believe in robbers with white gloves

Mordant cynics on the chairs of government

The horses eat pawns

The bishops surrender under the pover of the Towers

The check to the king beginning from the sea

In the chess of nuclear power

That's why I only believe in you

Uay ay ay Itzel

*No, no I don't.. *

I'm not interested to be the strawberry catch of your ambicions

Lions with gums drain our hearts

There is no reason us to keep touching the balls

No one confess, nor expresses the forgiveness

Nor express the forgiveness

No, no I don't believe in the innocence of the voice, of the voice of concience

Ay

*No, no I don't.. *

Les Fatals Picards

From Eurovision the Europe got to know with Les Fatals Picards (”The fatal men from Picardy (a quater in Paris)”) and their Frech-English song ”L'amour á la française” (”French Style Love”). The members of the band are (from the left) Laurent Honel (vocals, guitar, bass), Paul Léger (lead vocals), Ivan Callot (lead vocals), Yves Giroud (bass) and Jean-Marc Sauvagnargues (drums). They have released five albums. The latest album ”Le sens de la gravité” (”The direction of gravity”) of their seven albums was released in 2009.

Their music is an admixture of punk, pop, ska, chanson and rock.

Above all Les Fatals Picards is a band who dares to parody even just berried ones (like the popular french rock-singer Johnny Hallyday)or important ones. The most known parody in France may be the Picards own version of humanitarian band Les Enfoirés' video version of Status Quo's "You're in the army now" in French called ”Ici les Enfoirés” ("Here are the Shitheads").

In the translation I have put some sentences between the parenthesis to mark the phrases that were hard to translate because Le Fatals Picards have so many jokes ment to French that - well... You'll understand. :)


Check also: Chez Almelie Poulain ("At Amelie Poulain's house") , Bernard Lavilliers, La sécurité de l'emploi ("The security of Office"), Djembé Man, Dors mon fils ("Sleep now my son"), Mon père était tellement de gauche (" My father was so the Left")


SEUL ET CÉLIBATAIRE

Depuis que t’es partie
Je mange ce que je veux chez moi
Aujourd’hui c’est pizza,
Hier c’était pizza
J’arrose tout les jours tes cactus
Tu leur manques à eux aussi
Vu les têtes qu’ils me tirent aujourd’hui
J’ai fait une raclette
Notre appareil est trop beau
On peut voir fondre le fromage
Á travers le hublot
J'ai oublié de te demander,
C’est vraiment trop bête
S'il faut faire bouillir l’eau
Pour bien saisir un steak
Le chat est mort je pensais
Qu’il tiendrait plus longtemps que ça
Je pensais pas que pour les boites
Il aurait besoin de moi
J’arrive pas à changer les draps
Je veux garder ton odeur près de moi
Mais faut bien reconnaître
Que ça ne sent plus tellement toi

Et je me sens
comme Claude François à Castorama
comme un surfeur au Sri Lanka
comme Tabatha Cash au Vatican
Francis Huster dans un rôle de méchant
comme le marchand de sable dans le désert
comme un orphelin à la fête des mères
comme spider-man à l’ile de Ré
Un chien de chasse chez Picard surgelé

Je compte les voitures
Qui ressemblent à la tienne
42 twingos vertes depuis
Le début de la semaine
Sur ton répondeur
ça dit numéro plus attribué
Mais j’ai reconnu ta copine Claire
ça m’a fait rigoler
Sinon je vais très bien t’inquietes
Je vois des gens
Les derniers il y a trois mois
C’était mes parents
Même si vu mon état
Ils sont pas restés longtemps
Eux aussi ont la pèche
Ils sont partis en courant

Et je me sens
comme Devilliers à Mikonos
comme une baleine dans microcosmos
comme soljenitsyne à la fête de l’huma
comme Dark Vador au sauna
comme un slip dont se serait la fête
Mickael Jackson dans une maison de retraite
comme un mec pressé à la poste
comme un flic muté en haute Corse

Je m’habitue à ne plus
Me servir de mes yeux
Au cas ou il faudrait les revendre pour payer un voyage
Pour aller te chercher au Groenland
Je m’habitue à manger
En avalant mais sans mâcher
Mais ça c’est juste oh comme ça, pour le plaisir d’essayer

Et je me sens
comme un ver de terre dans le sable
comme un western sans les chevals
comme les pauvres sans la misère
comme un banquier à découvert
comme le journal d’avant-hier
comme Macumba sans Mader
comme un rappeur sans le style
comme un japonais sans kookaï
comme George Buch à l'étranger
comme Cauet sur Arte

ALONE AND SINGLE

Since you've been gone

I have eaten what I want at my place

Today it's pizza

Yesterday it was pizza

I water every day all your cactus

They miss you too

(Saw the heads that pulled me today)

I made a raclette

(Phone note is too beautiful)

You can see the cheese melting

Against the window

I forget to asked you

It's really too stupid

If you have to boil water

To really brow the steak

The cat is dead I thought

That it would take longer than that

(I didn't tought why he would)

(Need the drinks from me)

I can't manage to change the sheets

I want to guard your odeur near me

But I must confess

That it doesn't really smell like you anymore

And I feel

like Calude François in Castorama

like a surfer in Sri Lanka

like Tabatha Cash in Vatican

Francis Huster in a poor role

like a sand seller on the desert

like an orphan at party for mums

like Spiderman at the island Ré

like a hound dog at frozen Picard

I buy cars

That remind of your car

After 42 green twingos

The beginning of the weekend

Your answering machine

(Shares a number more accessible)

But I recognized your friend Claire

That made me laugh

(If not I'm fine you're worried)

I meet people

The last ones three months ago

They were my parents

Though when they saw my condition

They didn't stay longer

They have sins too

They left running

And I feel

like Devillier in Mikonos

like a whale in microcosmos

like Soljenitsyne at human party

like Darth Vader at sauna

(like panties that have had a party)

Michael Jackson at the retirement hause

like a busy guy at the post office

like a cop transferet to High-Cross

I'm used to no longer

Use my eyes

As far as they should be resold to pay the trip

To go to search you in Greenland

I'm used to eat

Swallowing but without chewing

But that's just for fun to try

And I feel

like a green world on the sand

like a western without horses

like the poors without the misery

like a banker (in a found)

like the newspaper of day before yesterday

like Macumba without yesterday

like a rap artist without the style

like a japanise without cocaine

like George Bush abroad

like Cauet on Arte

Pohjannaula

Pohjannaula (something like "The Groundnail") is a folk-polka-humppa-rock-ska-punk band from Finland. In the picture from left is Samuli Mäkisalo (vocals, guitar) Juha-Matti Pesonen (guitar) and behind the drums Hermanni Peltola. Also in Pohjannaula are playing Tomi Rikkola (viola) and Tuomo Kuure (bass).

The band uses finnish Kalevala epos in their lyrics with a very finnish style like touch. The gigs are unforgetable and the energy is something what many bands do not have. To their brand belongs plain white shirts and the mic stands made of birch (as you can see in the picture ;D ). Last autum were some rumours about breaking up but Pohjannaula has less frequently gigs for example in Estonia. Pohjannaula was and is known also in Central Europe most in Germany.

Check also: "Ei ole tapana" ("It's not in the habit"), "Halajan" ("I want"), "Pirunpelto" ("Devils field").

VEISTÄJÄ

Veistän, veistän venehen
Veistän, veistän kaunokaisen 
Kuusista, vanhoista - vanhoista rungoista
Veistän venhon kyljet,
Kuultavan vaalean valkoiset
Soljumaan luiskon sorean
Ylle syvänteiden pohjattomien
Taittamaan salmet kapeat 
Uinumaan  - uinumaan 
Näillä Pohjolan kivisillä vesillä
Ei ole ruuhta rannalla
Kuikuttelemassa rannan päätllä 
Vain etiäiseiä enteileviä
Väkäleuan nukkuessa

*Minä syvistä vesistä 
Synnyistä syvistä
Pohjolan perukoilta
Pirttini pimennosta 
Luojanasi sanon: 
Liu'u, liu'u vetehen
Kankahalta lahtehen
Matalalta syvälle
Aina leveälle selälle*

Veistin, veistin venehen
Kuolleen ruuhen herättelin
Ikuista petäjän mahlaa levittelin 
Yksikseni
Tervatulia hengittelin
Alkoi syvänteestä kuulumaan:
Miehiä miehekkäitä makaa tässä
Murran vieressä lahoamassa 
Tule vierelleni, valkokylki
Uinumaan – uinumaan  

*Minä syvistä vesistä... *



WOODWORKER



I carve – carve a boat
I carve - carve a beautiful one
Of spruces of old – old trunks
I carve the sides of the boat
They are gleaming light withe
I carve an agite boat
To swim above of those endless abysses
This showy boat
To sail along those tight straits
To sleep – to sleep
In these rocky waters of the North
There's no boat on the shore
Crying on the waters
Only elves foreboding
When the slanting chin is sleeping
*I'm from deep waters
From deep toughts
From corners of the North
From shadows of my shag
As your creator I say:
Slide – silde into the water
From thr bog into the bay
From the shallow to the deep waters
All the way to the wide open sea *

I carved – carved a boat
I woke up a dead boat
I spread everlasting sap from the pine
Alone
Tarfires I inhaled
From the deep waters I heard voices:
Manly men are lying here 
By the stream roting there
Come next to me, whiteside
Come to sleep – to sleep

*I'm from deep waters... *