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Questo e' un blog satirico ed e' una presa in giro dei vari complottisti (sciacomicari, undicisettembrini, pseudoscienziati e fuori di testa in genere che parlano di 2012, nuovo ordine mondiale e cavolate simili). Qui trovate (pochi) post originali e (molti) post ricopiati pari pari dai complottisti al fine di permettere liberamente quei commenti che loro in genere censurano.
Tutto quello che scrivo qui e' a titolo personale e in nessun modo legato o imputabile all'azienda per cui lavoro.
Ciao e grazie della visita.
Il contenuto di questo blog non viene piu' aggiornato regolarmente. Per le ultime notizie potete andare su:
http://indipezzenti.blogspot.ch/
https://www.facebook.com/Task-Force-Butler-868476723163799/
Showing posts with label w la musica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label w la musica. Show all posts
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Fata Morgana
Testi:
silnaakum ‘alaa Sfaa ‘alaa Halaa khanha dfaa
silnaakum ‘alaa Sfaa ‘alaa Halaa khanha dfaa
Fi Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH
Fi Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH
Fi Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH
Fi Hwab shkhiirkum TaalaH
Tlabnaa kum haatuu shifaa idwaa’ fii idi hlijifaa
Tlabnaa kum haatuu shifaa idwaa’ fii idi hlijifaa
Tahba bil jaralHas saama’
Tahba bil jaralHas saama’
Tahba bil jaralHas saama’
Tahba bil jaralHas saama’
miSbaahak nuuruu Tfaa yaa la’maa ‘aqalinaa Hfaa
miSbaahak nuuruu Tfaa yaa la’maa ‘aqalinaa Hfaa
tilfinaa wad diniaas waaia’
tilfinaa wad diniaas waaia’
tilfinaa wad diniaas waaia’
tilfinaa wad diniaas waaia’
tklam bikduub u hifaa ‘abdi khidmuhi shirfa
tklam bikduub u hifaa ‘abdi khidmuhi shirfa
yaakul Saabat kul zaara’
yaakul Saabat kul zaara’
yaakul Saabat kul zaara’
yaakul Saabat kul zaara’
Silnaa kum haatuu ha Sifaa fii Haala Zurfhaa tilfa
Silnaa kum haatuu ha Sifaa fii Haala Zurfhaa tilfa
yaHlaf min huu Taama’
yaHlaf min huu Taama’
yaHlaf min huu Taama’
yaHlaf min huu Taama’
(2x)
(falado)
tismuu irzaqna bilhfa wiHnaa anshuufuu brrija fir’uun maa
(inglese)
It’s extremely difficult to translate Arabic poetry into European languages. The arabic poetry is
using a lot of pictures which mean much more then just the words. In Europe we have a similar
tradition rooted in Greece. When you just mention the name “Sysiphos” a whole picture opens in the mind of the guy rolling this rock up the mountain and every time he is almost up hill the stone is rolling down again. The arabic language is full of these poetic archetypes. Therefore the following
translations only show part of their real meaning.
We are brothers, we are sisters and we want peace
Each of us has a voice to be heard: « Give us peace ! »
Each of us is equal to the other
Each of us is a neighbour
We are brothers, sisters and neighbours
Each of us wants peace
It must not remain a dream :
Let peace reign now!
Let’s sing this song for the unification of mankind.
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Saturday, September 1, 2012
Solito intermezzo fra troiate varie, stasera il grande Bob Dylan
Testo:
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that's a cute hat
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
You know, a woman like you should be at home
That's where you belong
Taking care for somebody nice
Who don't know how to do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take ?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.
You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door
They say in your father's house, there's many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.
They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
He gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that's a cute hat
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
You know, a woman like you should be at home
That's where you belong
Taking care for somebody nice
Who don't know how to do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take ?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.
You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door
They say in your father's house, there's many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.
They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this ?
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