TEXTE - Cul na Mara world is...Une sensualité pleine de parfums Les moment magiques que j’aime...
Transcript of TEXTE - Cul na Mara world is...Une sensualité pleine de parfums Les moment magiques que j’aime...
TEXTEAlle Rechte bei © Cúl na Mara - Waibel, Lehmann, Häufle, Bumiller
02.02.2018
I don´t believe Alle Rechte bei © (Lehmann / Waibel) 2018
I don’t believe in moneyWhich keeps so many poorI don’t believe in economy and growthI don´t believe in techniqueIf there´s no humanityI don´t believe in bigger, faster and best I don´t believe in gossips´bout man and womenI don´t believe in homophobiaI don´t believe in RamboIn Hulk or SupermanI don´t believe in heroes from Hollywood REF: I believe in freedom and humanity I believe in music and creativity I believe in my heart and what it says to me I believe in love and I believe in you I don´t believe in systemsWithout love just hate and warI don´t believe in religious fanaticismI don´t believe in the fearOf constant terrorismI don´t believe in a totally controlled world I don´t believe in statesIf they look just for themselvesI don´t believe in a third or a second worldI don´t believe politiciansJust greedy for their voteI don´t believe in states with dictatorship REF: I believe in freedom and humanity I don´t believe in missionFrom government and godI Don´t believe in adherent to principalsI don´t believe in powerSurvival of the strongI don´t believe in weapons and in war REF: I believe in freedom and humanity
The world is colourful Alle Rechte bei © (Waibel / Lehmann) 2018
When I look out of the window I can see the blue skyI'm walking through the fields green grass is on my sideThe flowers that you give are like colours of the worldThe songs you are singing are full of flowery words
But still some people think the world is black and whiteTo locked and narrow minded to see the other sideIntolerant and dump they march and spread their fearInstead of seeing hope in colours far and near
REF: The world is colorfulThe world is colorfulThe world is not just black and white and not of purple hazeThe world is colorfulThe world is colorfulthe world is full of colors and unlimited ways
The world is not a christian nor a Hindu or Jewish Sky'bout religious insanity I can really sighThe earth is not a Buddhist or Islam paradiseThe world is full of different religious coloured eyes
But still some people think the world is black and whiteTo locked and narrow minded to see the other sideIntolerant and dump they march and spread their fearInstead of seeing hope in colours far and near
REF: The world is colorful
The world is full of people who wander everywhereBitter poverty and war we also would be scaredTherefor let them stay there is no need for fearMigration is a fact since thousands of years
But still some people think the world is black and whiteTo locked and narrow minded to see the other sideIntolerant and dump they march and spread their fearInstead of seeing hope in colours far and near
REF: The world is colorful
Gold in your hands Alle Rechte bei © (Waibel / Lehman) 2018
About nine thousand milesFar from my homeIn the mines of Mato GrossoYoung children are alone
They are your promiseFor your cheap goldWhile you are so greedyThe kids won´t get old
REF: Gold in your handsSilver in your earsHopeless in their soulsDead in few years
Here for your loverTo show him your truthGold is your presentFor your luck and your youth
There in the mineEach day will be a day To die or surviveAnd starve with the pay
REF: Gold in your hands
Save and rave Thrifty is niftyStinginess is cool Greedy is groovyCheap destroys Scrooge deals illTo be greedy makes poor Stinginess kills
No school and no lessonsCaught in a trustJust bondage and slaveryAnd the lungs full of dust
No hope for the futureNo house and no bedAnd in the age of thirteenThey will be dead
REF: Gold in your hands
Easy and free Alle Rechte bei © (Trad / Lehmann / Waibel) 2018
Oh your name is Sarah You’re an easy-going girlAnd a roving young fellow you've beenFrom the west coast of ClareTo the hills of KildareMany things in your live you have seen
REF: So be easy and freeWhen you're drinking with meYou're a girl we don't meet every daySo be easy and freeWhen you're drinking with meHave fun with us and celebrate
Oh come fill up your glassesWith whisky and wineAnd whatever the cost I will payMaybe cider or stout Or just fucking lemonadeThe best is to be happy today
REF: So be easy and free
What´s ever the reasonFor you to celebrateYour friends will be at your sideLet´s party togetherWith music and craicYou´ll always remember this night
REF: So be easy and free
Highland clearances Alle Rechte bei © (Waibel) 2018
I came from the HighlandsWhere the cold wind blowsWhere the water flowsIn hundreds of small streams
I lived there with my family On a run-rig barren landIt was strong but we could liveAnd even had our dreams
I gave food to my chiefFor this run-rig barren landIt was just enoughAnd we’re both been satisfied
But sheep and greedinessChanged my chief to a lairdAnd we have been evictedFrom our land overnight
REF: Yes I love this hills and the lovely riversidesWhere the sun is glittering and the sky is wideWhere we crofters live side by sideHard Working people till the nigth
Our village was burnt downEverything has been destroyedNo we live on the coast At a foreign piece of land
There is no way going backOnly a way over the seaIt hurts me so much that I had toLeave my runrigbarren land
REF: Yes I love this hills and the lovely riversides
I’m dying all alone in a foreign landWhere no cool wind blowsWhere no waters flowI´m laying in a graveIn a foreign landNobody knowsWhere I´m coming from
Last eagle flies Alle Rechte bei © (Waibel / Lehmann) 2018
When the last eagle fliesCircling in the valley wideAnd there are only a few daysFor their pretty heavens glideAnd if there´s nobodyEngaged for his lifeNo lawyer nor friendWho stands by his side
REF: Then bombs and missiles don´t cureNo soldiers or armiesNo faith, no prayersNo cry and entreatiesThen it's too late HEYThen it's too late HEY
When the last river collapsedAnd flows as a cesspoolAnd all the fish in itCroaked slowly and stressfulWhen the last piece of landIs poisoned and full of oilNo plant will surviveIn such a dead soil
REF: Then bombs and missiles don´t cure
When all the work to doIs done by big machinesSo people don´t have workAnd are without any meansIf digits on a boardAre all the thoughts to thinkHumanity is goneInto a virtually link
REF: Then bombs and missiles don´t cure
In the pub Alle Rechte bei © (Lehmann / Waibel) 2018
You're a lawyer, a doctor, a butcher or farmerAnd often enough you´re a hardworking manYou´re a yuppie, a rapper, you might be a HippieBut here in the Pub you are always one of my friends
REF: Because we are chatting and drinking and laughingAnd we´re in the crowd and throwing some dartsDrinking some lager, some ale and some whiskeyTo forget all the bullshit from a hard working day
We´re here in the Pub, on the screen there is hurlingI love Clare you´re a Limerick ladWe fight about tackles, long line and scoringWhen the game is over you´re always my friend
REF: Then we are chatting and drinking and laughing
I: We´re chatting and drinking and laughing and singingIt´s cozy and we´re loudWe´re chatting and drinking and laughing and singingthe whole pup is a crowd :II: We´re chatting and drinking and laughing and singingLots of fun all the nightWe´re chatting and drinking and laughing and singingAll together till daylight :I
I am from Ireland, you´re from Russia or India And hard enough, you´re British and proudSyrian or Kenyan, from over the OceanHere in the Pub you are always one of my friends
REF: Because we are chatting and drinking and laughing
J’aime Alle Rechte bei © (Häufle / Waibel) 2018
Nous foulons les chemins de l’infiniRien ne peut nous arrêterL’espace est immense Il n'y a pas de finEt pas de frontières
Je danse et chante sous les pommiersJe me cache dans les branches de sapinJ’invente des jeux que personne ne comprendJe nous créer des mondes de mystère
Ref: J’aime les levers de soleil en étéComme un rêve plein d’imaginationLa nature avec toutes ses couleursUne sensualité pleine de parfums
Les moment magiques que j’aime toujours garderIls enrichissent l’horizonEst-ce l'amour? Est-ce la vie?Est-ce la réalité?
Je me couche dans un bosquet de fougèreLes rayons du soleil étincelle sur ma peauUne source pleine de jeunesse atteint mon oreilleRaconte des histoires de virginité
Le temps semble rester immobile Vivre et profiter de chaque petits momentsLes rêves pleins de bonheurSont des rêves pour l’éternité
Ref: J’aime les levers de soleil en été
Role Roth Alle Rechte bei © (Waibel) 2018
Sitting in a pubAs a young guyHear the farmers' talking´bout the weather and sky
Ref: Role, Role Role, Role Role, Role RothRole, Role Role, Role Role, Role Roth
He learns more and moreIn the following yearsAbout rain and cloudsAnd other atmospheres
The people ask him nowHey what´s going onIs it raining or hailingOr will we have more sun
Ref: Role, Role Role, Role Role, Role RothRole, Role Role, Role Role, Role Roth
Put your wheat beer glassUnder a shower of hailThat´s the best way to drinkAnd the weather will never fail
Drunken piper Alle Rechte bei © (Trad / Lehmann) 2018
What shall we do with a drunken PiperWhat shall we do with a drunken PiperWhat shall we do with a drunken PiperEarly in the ev´ning
REF: Hooray and up she risesHooray and up she risesHooray and up she risesEarly in the ev´ning
Tie him on a pole so he keeps standingTie him on a pole so he keeps standingTie him on a pole so he keeps standingEarly in the ev´ning.
REF: Hooray and up she rises
Lift up his kilt and look what he´s wearingLift up his kilt and look what he´s wearingLift up his kilt and look what he´s wearingEarly in the ev´ning
REF: Hooray and up she rises
Never give him Whiskey before he´s playingNever give him Whiskey before he´s playingNever give him Whiskey before he´s playingEarly in the ev´ning
REF: Hooray and up she rises