Sunday, 31 January 2016

Μεθυσμένα Ξωτικά - Οργή (La Rage, Greek version, Imperfect Translation into English)

Using translation, I am  not a greek speaker.



It's we who have the final say.

These days are those of alexis
well yes it is us who still have rabies
it is we who are not rests and so what if it was sunday
that if you did not before me is that you
were not there and you did not meet either of
the following morning student
it is we who hides the sky,we have obscured each day for each uniformed guard
under a rain wrecks,it is not a prayer, rabies, everything oppresses not swallow
I am constantly in the street , you know what that mean ,I did not just rabies
I also have aggressiveness, courage, fear of defeat,and a whole army of onds(?)has faced.
and if it does not give you the thrill is that is not made of same material
me, my wrecks,all I needed or the spears,
thou has picked one, you're the put on chest and you've done your master.

(Chorus) It was the rage, us gripe choice rabies-to mourn and fight endless.
we rabies - continue to exist in the time of trouble,harass the remnants of antiquated conventions
we rabies- reproach us that choice rabies- to kill death has each of our lives
we rabies- one dream with open eyes, is again embodies your worst nightmares


thus each doing its part, the old lit candles in his name , and I
piously , I asked a wick on the neck of my bottle. That is the first rang out and it was an honour for me.
As for thee, I have found spectator of first moments ,faithful consumers  enemy of life
who regard all this as an emotional release
you got it normal that but damn thee ca ca(?) has the balls that lasts a little too long.
Look at my hands,ripped my gloves ,but you still do not understand what every day
known- unknown faces, inflamed with fire as combines,antidote, weapon and friend.
and since you escaped the smoke again
something was burning not far hath kept on alert and I've rallies
I oblige you, unclogs your ears,I scared you, and you took me seriously.
and you've found in places you'd never imagine, occupied town halls have sprung up here and there
the occupied union offices, all occupied schools, of insurgents pirouettes on the stage of our opera theatre.
So, where have you been these days it was all or artists , the streets theatres bungs, the city lost the head,
you are those who see me from gleaming malls, and everything else, you speak of , can go fuck himself.

 (Chorus) It was the rage, us gripe choice rabies-to mourn and fight endless
we rabies - continue to exist in the time of trouble,harass the remnants of antiquated conventions
we rabies- reproach us that choice rabies- to kill death has each of our lives
we rabies- one dream with open eyes, is again embodies your worst nightmares

And now they invent new armies,they dare, you hear?they dare avenge the riot
if you hear and have lived c'que qu'tu  respected you
you not arrested, we are at war, you responses, constantly beg for mercy.
camouflage, trivial indulgence of any truce. we saw the witch hunt of modern times
we live with our brothers derrieres bars which pursued that of eternal memory
because they strike to scare the thousand others , now that we have unleashed the blouse(?) of the revolution,
by all means, without fetishes ,without ostracism, without unnecessary heroism either,
without fear or the desire of a temporary result, we find a vein to the heart of spring.
we one dream with open eyes, and again embodies your worst nightmares

It was the rage, us gripe choice rabies-to mourn and fight endless
we rabies - continue to exist in the time of trouble,harass the remnants of antiquated conventions
we rabies- reproach us that choice rabies- to kill death has each of our lives
we rabies- one dream with open eyes, is again embodies your worst nightmares

It was the rage, us gripe choice rabies-to mourn and fight endless
we rabies - continue to exist in the time of trouble,harass the remnants of antiquated conventions
we rabies- reproach us that choice rabies- to kill death has each of our lives
we rabies- one dream with open eyes, is again embodies your worst nightmares

So,...for those who treat me executant or fooled
it's just a beautiful image of the future
those who never drops the weapons,
because none december or may,is never finished.
opposing camps are divided again
by insurrection or banality
either the hood or the tie, comrades!
Hasta la muerte mis amigos      (To death, my friends)
or simply
go to the barricades

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