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Canzone dedicata all'invasione sovietica della Cecoslovacchia per reprimere la "primavera di Praga" del 1968.
Au loin, je vois des drapeaux en pagaille
Autour de moi les gosses tombent sous la mitraille
Au loin, je vois des drapeaux qui vacillent
J'aperçois les marteaux pas les faucilles

Brutes assoiffées dessus me sont tombées
Sur le revers de l'uniforme un signe difforme
Vagues souvenirs de gens fiers, poings levés courant dans les rues
Tchécoslovaques perdus
Tournés vers l'Ouest rien de nouveau
A la porte de chez toi réouvre le tombeau
La vue de leurs chars te laissera hagard, hagard.

Au loin, je vois des drapeaux qui flottent
Le long des avenues, ces gens chaussés de bottes
Au loin, je vois des drapeaux qui vacillent
J'aperçois les marteaux pas les faucilles

Brutes bien entraînées, propagande guérilla,
Qui d'un seul geste, d'un seul te mettent au pas
Idéologie construite sur vos cadavres
Ecoutez-les chanter le fusil pointé
Ecoutez-les vanter leur système politique
Où tu marche dans le rang par la trique et les flics
Devinez-les courtois si tu bouges je t'abats
Devinez-les féroces quand au napalm ils brûlent vos gosses

Au loin, je vois des drapeaux en pagaille
Autour de moi les gosses et leurs entrailles

Au loin, je vois des drapeaux qui s'enflamment
En hurlant dans la ville courent vos femmes vos âmes

Restez donc insouciants, restez donc perplexes,
Invitez les à boire, à manger, à se distraire
Assis à table ils parleront des cris qu'on fait taire
Ils parlerons de la mort et de son pouvoir
Ils viennent chez vous pour se satisfaire
De vous voir à genoux de tendre la joue
Crachez-leur au visage dans l'ultime dans le sauvage
Prenez-les dans vos mires, visez la tête sans fléchir

Au loin, faites que je ne voit jamais de drapeaux
Que les gosses continuent à rire à être beaux
Autour faites que s'épanouissent les familles
Sans le poids d'un marteau ni l'ombre d'une faucille

Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/12/28 - 14:50



Language: English

Traduzione inglese dal sito ufficiale del gruppo.
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In the distance I see a cluster of flags
While all around me they're gunning down your kids
Far away I see the flags begin to fall
And I feel the hammers but the sickles not at all

Mindless beasts searching for a victim
Can't recognize the uniform
Bringing back vague memories
A once-proud people forced to flee
Czechoslovaques betrayed too
Turned to the west there is nothing new
Already death is knocking on your door
Their tanks will make your blood run cold, run cold

In the distance flags fly from the roof
And in the streets men in Jackboots
Far away I see the flags begin to fall
And I feel the hammers but the sickles not at all

Mindless beasts, well-trained guerillas
Who obey at the snap of a finger
Ideology founded on your death
Hear them sing as they prod your head
They boast about their political voice
And make you march out of fear, no choice
Keep cool, if you move they'll beat you down
If you resist, watch out for your kids
They'll burn them with napalm

Far away I see masses of flags
And around me kids spilling out their guts
Far away the flags go up in flames
Your women flee the cities screaming in pain, in pain, in flames, in flames

So face them care-free while staying aware
Invite them in to eat, to drink and be amused
At the table they remember stifled cries
Talking of the power of death and all their other lies
They're only coming for their satisfaction
To have you on your knees turning your cheek
The cruel savages, you'll spit in their face
Hold them well within' your sights, aim and never flinch

Make it so their flags will never wave again
And families can prosper without pain
So your children can run and laugh and play
The hammer's weight, the sickle's shadow far away

In the distance flags fly from the roof
And in the streets men in Jackboots
Far away the flags go up in flames
Your women flee the cities screaming in pain, in pain,
Screaming in pain, in flames, in flames, in flames
Mindless, mindless, mindless, mindless

In the distance I see a cluster of flags
While all around me they're gunning down your kids
Far away I see the flags begin to fall
And I feel the hammers but the sickles not at all
In the distance flags fly from the roof
And in the streets men in Jackboots
Far away the flags go up in flames
Your women flee the cities screaming in pain, in pain,
Screaming in pain, in flames, in flames, in flames
Mindless, mindless, mindless, mindless

Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/12/29 - 13:13




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