If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again If I could have it back You know I'd love to waste it again Waste it again
Aux amis parisiens qui me disent "Allez, reviens, c'est pas pour toi la-bas !" Tout seul dans le wagon, mon regard qui se jette par la fenetre Je regarde Warszawa
First they occupied our country, then they spread their vicious lies Evil propaganda, filled our ranks with double-dealing spies They cornered off a reservation
(P.A.Bertoli-G.Brandolini) Mentre e notte a Varsavia piove forte lampi e tuoni che spaccano il cielo che e piu nero del velo che copre la morte a
Closing time is hours past The buses and the trams suspended Even drunks are off the streets And call-girls? phones are disconnected And they?ve shut
Man come to power with evil in his eyes His hatred for a people he vowed to see die Locked them up forever but not in a cell No, he put these people
Dos generaciones menos dos generaciones mas Fechas, tan solo fechas Yo estoy aqui, tu estabas alla El pico y la pala, el hielo en los dedos te estas
Dans mon quartier d?banlieue Y?avait d?l?action en torieu, quand on etait morveux On jouait a'c?achette su'e? terrains des voisins J?restais cache pas
You lost your serve You lost your swing You thought you'd heard of everything Hell no From Oakland to Warsaw Don't you know the kids were all wrong Raise
Booba Ramene d'la beu ou casse toi ! Viens pas vendre ta came ici B2oba grave sur le missile Afrika Bambataa me cherche pour homicide Ecoute pendant
Je ne sais pas pourquoi Cette melodie me fait penser a Chopin Je l'aime bien, Chopin Je jouais bien Chopin Chez moi a Varsovie Ou j'ai grandi a l'ombre
They put on disguises today To hide the scarlet letters That each of us has put so far away In this which trial Modern day Despite this it seems that
was there in the backstage when first light came around I grew up like a changeling to wait the first time around I could see all the weakness I could
True to ourself, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated the riot scenes In fear of a baseballbat Working class intellectuals
E i volontari laici scendevano in pigiama per le scale per aiutare i prigionieri facevano le bende con lenzuola, e i cittadini attoniti fingevano di non
Madame promene son cul sur les remparts de Varsovie Madame promene son c?ur sur les ringards de sa folie Madame promene son ombre sur les grand-places
翻訳: Morisod、アラン. ワルシャワでのクライピアノ.
翻訳: アンコールワット. ワルシャワ.