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Manhattan Kaboul

Renaud
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Versione tedesca di "Filou le Richou"
MANHATTAN KABOUL

Little Portorican,
well integrated, almost "New Yorker"
In my building made of glass and steel
I make my job, I take coke, a coffee

Little Afghan girl,
on the other side of the world
Never heard of Manhattan
My daily life is misery and war

Two strangers at the extremities of the world, so different
Two unknown people, two anonymous people, and however
Ground down on the altar
of eternal violence

A 747 exploded in my windows
My sky so blue became storm
When bombs razed my village

Two strangers at the extremities of the world, so different
Two unknown people, two anonymous people, and however
Ground down on the altar
of eternal violence

So long! Farewell my American dream
I won't be anymore the slave of dogs
They were dictating you tyrants' Islam
These ones, have they ever read Coran?

I am dust again
I won't be the master of the universe
Is this country I loved so much
Finally a colossus with feet made of clay?

Gods, religions
Civilization's wars
Weapons, flags, homelands, nations
Always make flesh for cannons of us

Two strangers at the extremities of the world, so different
Two unknown people, two anonymous people, and however
Ground down on the altar
of eternal violence

Two strangers at the extremities of the world, so different
Two unknown people, two anonymous people, and however
Ground down on the altar
of eternal violence
MANHATTAN KABOUL

Kleiner Puertorikaner, gut integriert, quasi New Yorker
In meinem Haus ganz aus Glas und Stahl
Ich fang mit meinem Job an, zieh noch ne Line Koks, trink nen Kaffee

Kleines afghanisches Mädchen am andern Ende der Welt
Hab noch nie jemanden von Manhatten reden gehört
Mein Alltag besteht aus Unglück und Krieg

Refrain:
Zwei Fremde am Ende der Welt, so verschieden
Zwei Unbekannte, zwei Anonyme, aber trotzdem
pulverisiert, auf dem Altar der ewigen Gewalt

So long, auf nimmer Wiedesehen mein amerikanischer Traum
Ich werde nie wieder der Sklave von Hunden (Schimpfwort) sein
Schnell den Islam von den Tyrannen aufgedrängt bekommen
Haben die eigentlich jemals den Koran gelesen?

Ich bin wieder zu Staub geworden
Ich werde nicht der "King of the World"
Dieses Land, das ich so sehr geliebt habe wird es
am Ende ein Koloss mit Füßen aus Ton?

Die Götter, die Religionen
Die Kriege der Zivilisation
Die Waffen, die Flaggen, die Vaterlandsliebe, die Nationen
Machen aus uns immer nur Kanonenfutter

Refrain 2x


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