Nu Am Sa Iert Niciodata , Nu Am Sa Uit Niciodata
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Originally Posted by QURRAT-UL-AIN
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE , I CAN NEVER FORGET
NU AM SA IERT NICIODATA , NU AM SA UIT NICIODATA
Daca imi asez capul pe pamant
Aud doar pulsul cum se zbate
Simt mirosul sangelui imbibat in tarana
Din inimile sarmane , zdrobite
Un rau de lacrimi imi inunda fata
Pornit din cea mai adanca mahnire...
Daca imi asez capul pe pamant
Aud tipete de frica ,
Simt mirosul durerii
Inaintea mortii subite
A unei inimi frante
Un rau de lacrimi imi inunda fata
Pornit din cea mai adanca mahnire...
Daca imi asez capul pe pamant
Ridic privirea spre cerul albastru de catifea
Stelele ma urmaresc
Oare ele pot vedea crimele ?
Oare ele aud ecoul bocetelor ?
Pot stelele simti durerea mea ?
Plang ele in rauri
De mila plansului meu ?
Nu am sa iert niciodata , nu pot uita niciodata ....
I Want To Kill You : War / Vreau Sa Te Ucid : "razboi"
I Want to Kill You War
I want to kill you war, forever,
not like a phoenix, that always comes back
I want to kill you war
and I don't know how
and I don't know why
all the people of the world
don't join hands
to kill you war --
you the greatest killer
of them all
The governors of the world
Go on feeding your fat belly
With fresh soldiers
And nuclear arms,
With blurring eyes
They only know how to hang
The murderers of the one or the two
But not you,
You the greatest murderer of them all.
After the carnage the priest said
"we are all responsible."
After the carnage the Sheikh said
"we all remain brothers."
After the carnage the Rabbi said
"we can stop it if we choose."
The priest and the sheikh and the Rabbi
Raise up their hands and look up to the sky
The peace marchers
Take hold of the slab of marble
On which is inscribed "we want to live not die"
And carry it away under the whizzing bullets
Like a corpse, still warm, still alive....
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Vreau sa te ucid , RAZBOI !!!
Vreau sa te ucid „RAZBOI” !
Nu ca pe phoneix , care mereu invie ,
Vreau sa te ucid „RAZBOI” !
Nu inteleg cum si de ce
Lumea intreaga
Nu.si dau mainile
Sa te ucida , sa mori „RAZBOI” !
Iar tu.i ucizi pe toti...
Guvernatorii iti hranesc stomacul
Cu soldati „proaspeti”
Si arme nucleare,
Cu priviri confuze
Stiu sa ucida oameni pentru o crima sau doua
Dar NU pe tine , NU !
”RAZBOI” , esti cel mai mare criminal !
Dupa masacre , preotii se aduna si spun :
"suntem toti responsabili."
Dupa masacru sheicii spun :
"dupa toate astea , ramanem frati."
Dupa masacru rabinii spun :
"putem opri totul daca vrem cu adevarat."
Preotii si sheicii si rabinii
Inalta mainile spre si privesc uimiti spre cer...
Cei ce marsaluiesc pentru pace
Tin lespezi de marmura : "vrem sa traim , nu sa murim"
Fara teama , sub vajaitul gloantelor
Ca niste cadavre , inca caldute , dar pline de viata .....
Jurnalul Unuei Copile/ The child and her diary
The child and her diary
She wrote in her diary every night
When bullets passed by her window… she wrote
When Israeli soldiers killed her mother she wrote
She wrote of the horrors she sees
And the nightmares of flames and destruction
She the Palestinian child
Writes in her diary every night
To ease her enormous pain
To sedate her fears and nightmares
That little Palestinian child
Had died while writing in bed
From Israelis bulldozing her home
And now she lies in her tomb
Forgotten…as if she never existed
But her diary will carry on
The suffering of every Palestinian child
And now on her tomb Israeli children play
And sing with no worries of tomorrow
Where she once lived is confiscated
What are left from her family are refugees
And we continue to say
All humans are created equal!
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Jurnalul unei copile
Obisnuia sa adauge in jurnal , in fiecare seara
Pe cand gloantele.i zburau pe langa fereastra… ea scria
Atunci cand soldatii israelieni i.au ucis mama, ea scria
Scria despre tragediile ce.i apasau ochii
Si despre flacarile cosmarelor distrugatoare
Ea , copila palestiniana, scria in fiecare noapte in jurnalul sau
Ca sa.si alunge durerea neancapatoare
Sa.si imbete friica si cosmarele...
Ea, acea copila palestiniana
A murit....scriind in jurnalul ei...
Cand buldozerele israeliene i.au daramat casa
Iar acum sta tacuta in mormant
Uitata , ca si cum nu ar fi existat nicicand .
Doar jurnalul ei va duce mai departe drama copiilor palestinieni...
Iar acum , fara griji , copii ai Israelului se joaca pe mormantul ei
Si canta...
Terenul unde era casa ei e acum confiscat
Iar ce a ramas din familia ei sunt doar refugiati
Si inca spunem ca oamenii sunt egali !