Stromae

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Paul Van Haver (1985) or  Stromae as we call him, is a Belgian singer-songwriter. Stromae is a mix up from the word maestro. Stromae tells in the program Toute le monde en parle (Everybody talks about it) that he's more Belgian than Rwandan because he has lived in Rwanda with his dad only one year. Though the father left when Stromae was very young the Belgian mother prefered the home culture to be African.

The lyrics made by Stromae are confusing and sometimes the music videos are hideous and disfigured. He is like the male Lady Gaga but the music style is different. Sometimes songs are spoken and the way Stromae uses his facial expressions reminds me of the other famous Belgian: the chanson singer and actor Jacques Brel (1929-1978). He was also a very very powerful and unforgettable performer: Ne me quittes pas ("Don't leave me" English version of Patricia Kaas is "If you go away"), Les flammandes (The Flemish), Mathilde, Madeleine. You can compere those performances with the these ones of Stromae: Moules Frites (Fried clams) ja Tous les mêmes (All the same). 

2009 radio hit in Europe was single "Alors on danse" ("Let's dance"). The song emphasizes the technique of simple performance that Stromae uses. At Ebba Awards Gala he shows how he can play and sing the whole song by himself. One specially interesting song and music video is "Tous les mêmes", where Stromae mixes up the limits between man and woman. His monotonic singing voice, strong lyrics and weird clothes makes him one of the most interesting artists.

New hit is called "Papaoutai", which is kind of nonsense, but it's pronounced the same as "Papa oú t'es",  "Dad where are you".

The song that I chose for today is Fromidable ("Magnific"), which is bit hideous I think. It tells about a man whose life has been magnificent but right now he's drunk and coming on the women. Stromaes performance is brilliant. His 100% commitment and how hi puts his soul into the performance is brilliantly confusing.


Check also: Tous les mêmes (All the same), Formidable (Magnific) live performance in subway, Papaoutai live performance in So You Think You Can Danse program, as guest in Vivement Dimanche, in On n'est pas couché program discussions e.g. about the making of and meaning of the songs  Papaoutai and Alors on dance, Moules Frites (Fried clams) live performance in Zénithissä in March 2014, Carmen, Bâtard (Bastard) and last Stromae shows how to make a hit song in one minute.

FORMIDABLE

Formidable, formidable

Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables,

Formidable,

Tu étais formidable,

J'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables.

Eh, l'bébé, oups : mademoiselle,

Je vais pas vous draguer, promis, juré,

J'suis célibataire et depuis hier - putain,

J'peux pas faire d'enfants, mais bon, c'est pas... eh, reviens !

5 minutes quoi, j't'ai pas insulté, j'suis poli, courtois,

Et un peu fort bourré et pour les mecs comme moi

Vous avez autre chose à faire, vous m'pourriez vu hier

Où j'étais

Formidable, formidable

Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables,

Formidable,

Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables.

Eh tu t'es regardé, tu t'crois beau

Parce que tu t'es marié ?!

Mais c'est qu'un anneau, mec, t'emballes pas,

Elle va t'larguer comme elles font chaque fois,

Et puis l'autre fille, tu lui en a parlé ?

Si tu veux je lui dis, comme ça c'est réglé,

Et au p'tit aussi, enfin si vous en avez,

Attends 3 ans, 7 ans et là vous verrez

Si c'est

Formidable, formidable,

Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables,

Formidable,

Tu étais formidable, et j'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables.

Et, petite, oh, pardon : petit,

Tu sais dans la vie y'a ni méchant ni gentil,

Si maman est chiante, c'est qu'elle a peur d'être mamie,

Si papa trompe maman, c'est parce que maman vieillit, tiens !

Pourquoi t'es tout rouge? Beh, reviens, gamin,

Et qu'est-ce que vous avez tous

A me regarder comme un singe, vous ?

Ah, oui, vous êtes saints, vous,

Bande de macaques !

Donnez moi un bébé singe, il sera

Formidable, formidable

Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables,

Formidable,

Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,

Nous étions formidables

MAGNIFIC

Magnific, magnific
You were magnific, I was pathetic
We were magnific
Magnific
You were magnific
I was pathetic
We were magnific

Hello, darling oups: miss
I'm not gonna seduce you, I promise, I swear
I'm single since yesterday - fuck
I can't have babies, oh well, it's not... hey come back!
5 minutes what, I didn't hurt you, I'm polite, well-mannered

And just only bit strongly drunk and to the guys like me
You have other stuff to do, maybe you saw mw yesterday
Where I was

Magnific, magnific
You were magnific, I was pathetic
We were magnific
Magnific
You were magnific, I was pathetic
We were magnific

Have you looked at yourself, do you think you are pretty
Because you are married?
It's nothing more than a ring, don't get carried away
The woman will dump you like the women will always do
And the other girl, have you talked to him?
If you want I can tell, that's how the problem's solved
And to the kind too, if you have one
Wait 3 years, 7 years and then you see
If it is

Magnific, magnific
You were magnific, I was pathetic
We were magnific
Magnific
You were magnific, I was pathetic
We were magnific

Hey girl, oh sorry: boy
You know that in the life there are no mean and no kind people
If mom is tiresome, it's because she's afraid to be a mom
If dad cheats mom, it happens because mom has gotten old, ha!
Why are you so red? Eeeeh, come back girly
Did you all
Look at me like a monkey, you!
Aa, yes you are all saints, you
Group of macaques!
Gimme a monkey baby, it becomes

Magnific, magnific
You were magnific, I was pathetic
We were magnific
Magnific
You were magnific, I was pathetic
We were magnific

Veronica Maggio

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Swedish/Italian singer Veronica Maggio published her first single in 2006 at the age of 25. Her music styles are pop and soul and she won a Grammis as "Newcomer of the Year" spring in 2007. Some have called Maggio's music as "style pop".


She started choir singing at the age of 9 but she got boored to it so she started to sing jazz too. She told to Findance.com that her music has got influences mostly from jazz, soul and hip hop but also from Swedish folkmusic and also the Northern sadness exists in the melody. She is half Italian and she lived her childhood in Italy. Maggio doesn't think to continue singing in Italian because she likes Swedish language so nice to sing. Maybe someday. Now she has conquering the North: Norway, Denmark and Finland.

Know more about Veronica Maggio by reading the interview in The Local (Sweden's news in English).

Check also: Nöjd? ("Satisfied?"), Havanna mamma ("Havanna mother"), Dumpa mig ("Dump me"), Kan inte säga nej ("Cannot say no"), Måndagsbarn ("Monday child"), Sjutton år ("Seventeen years"), Gammal sång ("Old song"), Stopp ("Stop)

I STADEN VÄXER INGA BLOMMOR

Ingen kan se dig
Ingen vill fråga dig om hjälp 

(Här i staden)
Alla ska bli nåt
Ingen är ingen speciell 

(Här i staden)
Ingen bryr sig
Ingen hör dig eller ser 

(Här i staden)
Husen skymmer
Inga blommor växer mer 

Här i staden

Allting är viktigt
Alla har bråttom, det går fort 

(Här i staden)
Sommar var det bättre
Alla ska bli en ny person 

(Här i staden)
Alla sliter
Alltid trötta från igår 

(Här i staden)
Allt kan bytas
Inget lever längre än ett år

Här i staden

För i staden växer inga blommor, nej

Oooh, för i staden växer inga blommor

IN THE CITY GROWS NO FLOWERS

No one can see you

Nobody wants to ask you to help

(Here in the city)

Everyone will become something

No one is no one special

(Here in the city)

No one cares

Nobody hears you or sees

(Here in the city)

A house gets dark

The flowers grow no more

Here in the city

Everything is important

Everyone is in hurry it goes fast

(Here in the city)

Summertime it was better

Everyone will be a new person

(Here in the city)

Everyone drudges

Allways tired from yesterday

(Here in the city)

Everything can be changed

Nothing lives more than one day

Here in the city

Because in the city grows no flowers, no

Oooh, because in the city grows no flowers

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!!!

Calogero & Passi

Now I introduce to you two artists in one. They collaborated in 2004 and here they are: Calogero & Passi.

Calogero Maurici is a French-Italian artist. He performs under his first name Calogero. He is composer, singer and musician. His instruments are Bass, guitar and piano. Style is  pop rock. His career started at the end of 80's and know he is well known and he has collaborated with for example Pascal Obispo and he is now part of Les Enfoirés.

He has wrote no lyrics himself because he can't "find the suitable words". According to Calogero while he writes a song his friends have done an album.

He has got two NRJ Music Awards and many other awards.

His music videos are interesting..

Check also: L'ombre et la lumière ("Shadow and light"), La fin de la fin du monde ("The end of the end of the world"),  En apesanteur ("In Weightlessness"), Pomme C ("Apple C"), C'est dit ("It's said"), Si seulement je pouvais lui manquer ("If I only could miss him/her").

Myspace, more music videos.

Passi Ballende known as Passi is a French-Congolese rap and hip hop artist. The sixth of seven kids in the family he was born in Congo and moved to the France at the age of seven. Rap music was his passion from very young. He has created his career mostly as a solo artist but he is also known as a member of such bands as Dis l'heure 2 zouk and Bisso Na Bisso and his first band Mistère A.M.E.R. which he foundid with his school mate Stormy Bugsy.The first album Pourquoi tant de haine? ("Why so much hate?") of Mistèr A.M.E.R was released in 1992 and second two years later.

The song "Il fait chaud" ("It's hot") is known from the last episode of Sex & the City.

Passi arranged a project for Redd Cross collection. He managed to unite 78 artist and celebrities to make a music video for to collect money for the Haiti accident. Song is called Un geste pour Haïti, chérie ("A gesture for Haiti, darling")

Check also: Il fait chaud ("It's hot"), Bisso Na Bisso:Nous être nous ("We are we"), Je zappe et je matte ("I channel surf and watch"), Les flammes du mal ("The flames of evil" might be something to do with a French poet Charles Baudelaire and his book Les fleurs du mal ("The flowers of evil")), Le Monde est a moi feat. Akhenaton ("The world is for me"), Chambre de gosses ("Room of kids"), Emeutes ("Riots").

FACE À LA MER

(Passi)
On ne choisit ni son origine, ni sa couleur de peau
Comme on rêve d'une vie de château, quand on vit le ghetto
Naître l'étau autour du cou comme Cosette pour Hugo
Etre en treillis dans le conflit et prier le Très Haut.

Fils du C.O.N.G.O. cette haine j'ai au
M.I.C.R.O. j'ai l'poids des mots
Sortir d'en bas, rêver de déchirer ce tableau
Fait d'armes, de larmes, fait de sang et sanglots.

(Calogero)

*Face à la mer
J'aurais dû grandir
Face contre terre
J'aurais pu mourir
Je me relève
Je prends mon dernier rêve*

Tous deux la même dalle
Et tous deux déçus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

La sècheresse sur une terre où on ne cesse de semer
Tristesse dans des yeux qui ne peuvent pleurer
J'ai beaucoup de rêves lointains, je me suis tant rebellé
J'ai bu beaucoup de baratin et ça m'a trop saoulé.
Dans la vie y a les tapes au fond et les tapes à côté
Les "t'as pas un euro ?" ou la tape à l'arrachée

Y a l'Etat, les R.M.istes, les "t'as qu'à taffer"
Si t'es en bas faut cravacher, t'as qu'à pas lâcher.
T'as pas connu ça toi, l'envie d'empocher les patates
Être à gauche droite face à la mer loin des galères.
T'as pas connu ça, l'envie de t'en sortir distribuer des patates
Des gauches droites avec un air patibulaire

*Face à la mer...*

Tous deux la même dalle
Et tous deux déçus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

Face à la mer
C'est toi qui résistes
Face contre terre
Ton nom sur la liste
De tout ton être
Cité à comparaître

C'est l'histoire de cette plume qui s'étouffe dans le goudron
D'cette matière grise dont le pays n'a pas fait acquisition
On se relève, on repart à fond, on vise le Panthéon
J'en place une à ceux qui en ont, qui rêvent consécration
La dalle la niak, je l'ai comme mes potes l'ont
On veut toucher le ciel étoilé sans baisser le pantalon.
Trop peu bonnes fées et trop de cendrillons.
Calo-Passi 2.0.0.4. action

*Face à la mer...*

Tous deux la même dalle
On est tous deux déçus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

Tous deux la même dalle
On vise tous deux au-dessus

Je prends mon dernier rêve

On ne choisit ni son origine, ni sa couleur de peau
Comme on rêve d'une vie de château, quand on vit le ghetto
Naître l'étau autour du cou comme Cosette pour Hugo
Etre en treillis dans le conflit et prier le Très Haut.

Fils du C.O.N.G.O. cette haine j'ai au
M.I.C.R.O. j'ai l'poids des mots
Face à la mer, on veut tous grandir
Calo-Passi, trop jeunes pour mourir

FACE TO THE SEA

(Passi)
Let's not choose by origine, nor by color of the skin
When we are dreaming of a life in a castle while living in the ghetto 

To born the vice around the neck like Cosette for Hugo 

To born into camo suit to the conflicts and to pray for the highest

Children of C.O.N.G.O. this rage I have against 

M.I.C.R.O. my words are powerful
Out with socks on, dreaming of ripping the painting made of 

Veapons, tears, made of blood and cries

(Calogero)
*Face to the sea 
I should have grown
Face against the ground
I could have died
I rise again
I grab my last dream *

Both on the same slab of stone
And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream

It was a drought on a soil or it won't stop seeding 

The sadness to the eyes that cannot cry

I have many distant dreams have rebelled much 

And drunk much of nonsense and that made me too much drunk

In life there are slaps really and hits which do not meet the gole 

The "don't you have an euro?" or hit that rips off, there

Is state, the RMIstes, the "have you something to smoke?"

If you are low one must be whipped, you won't give up

You are not known as yourself, the desire to stick the idiots

To be left-right face to the sea to the gally in the distance

You are not known as yourself, the jealousy let you slip out of shareing the jerk

Left-rights with a look of worry

*Face to the sea...*

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream


Face to the sea
You resist
Face against the ground
Your name on the list
Of your whole existance
Mentioned to arrive to the court

The history of this quill is chocked with tar

This grey material of what the lands are not bulid acquisation 

We do rise, we repair thoroughly, heading to the Pantheon

I place one of those who is there, one who dreams about consecration

"To be voluntarily ready to manage"

We want to touch the sky without lowering the pants

Too few good fairies and too many Cinderellas

Calo – Passi 2.0.0.4. Action

*Face to the sea.. *

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

I grab my last dream

Let's not choose by origine, nor by color of the skin
When we are dreming of a life in a castle while living in the ghetto
To born the vice around the neck like Cosette for Hugo
To born into camo suit to the conflicts and to pray for the highest

 
Children of C.O.N.G.O. this rage I have against
M.I.C.R.O. my words are powerful
Out with socks on, dreaming of ripping the painting made of
Veapons, tears, made of blood and cries

Face to the sea, we all want to grow
Calo – Passi, too young to die

Nâdiya

Nadia Zighems origins are in Algeria though she is a French singer. She is known as Nâdiya - her artist name.

In Europe her albums have been sold nearly 3million. Her musical style is R&B and hip hop though her latest songs have been nearly rock as the following song Roc ("Rock").

Nâdiya is in a organization against cancer and in 2007 she was part of the massive francophonic artist group les Enfoirés. 

Check also:Et c'est parti (live)("And it began"), J'irai jusque là ("I'll go 'till im there"),Roc (live) ("Rock"), J'ai confiance en toi ("I trust in you"), Vivre oú survivre ("Live of survive"),Signes ("Signs"), Amies-ennemies ("Friends-enemies"),Blog - site, MySpace.

ROC

Welcome to the roc !

Comme un roc !
Comme un roc ! 
 

*Comme un roc !
Ensemble comme un roc !
Tous unis comme un roc !
Tous tel un bloc
Solides comme le roc !
Ensemble comme un roc !
En ce lieu comme un roc !
Boostés à bloc !
Solides comme le roc ! Roc, roc, roc
Solides comme le roc ! Roc, roc, roc... *

Des traces, que la raison
Menace de lave en fusion
D'espace, que les saisons
En face des murs de prison

L'audace qu'on emprisonne
Cette énergie qui résonne
Un cri qu'on abandonne

Unissons nos voix...

*Comme un roc..*

D'alliés, que les regards
Piliers qui portent l'espoir
Dévier, que les remparts
Dressés au pied de l'histoire

Ne lier que notre foi
Qui nous pousse à chaque pas
Scellée au fond de soi
Unissons nos voix...

*Comme un roc...* (3x)

Roc
Comme un roc 


ROCK
Welcome to the rock!
Like a rock!
Like a rock!

*Like a rock!
Together like a rock!
All unite like a rock!
All such as a block!
Solid like a rock!
Together like a rock!
In this place like a rock!
Boosted together as one block!
Solid like a rock! Rock, rock, rock...
Solid like a rock! Rock, rock, rock... *

The traces, that the reason

Danger of lava in fusion

The space that we know

Against the wall of the prison

We dare to inprison

This energy that resonates

A cry that we abandon

Let's unite our voices...

*Like a rock...*

The allies that look at them
The pillars that bear the hope
Drifting, that the ramparts
Fallen down to the feet of history


We are tied up by our faith
That push us with every step
Sealed in the ground of oneself
Let's unite our voices...
*Like a rock...*

Rock
Like a rock

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.. *