Альбом Robert Wyatt

At least I won't be shot for singing
I'm a free agent – I can protest
This must be freedom
I must be happy!
So let Mandela rot in prison
Someone should tell him how lucky he is
Read him George Orwell, explain about Naipaul because
He must realize how he needs us
what with our Culture, our Charm and our Brains
But how could he understand?
Heathen have no soul

At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me

And now love please listen
To what I say
I can't go on living life this way
I've tried and I've tried
To make you see
You call this love
All this lying, my friend, it just can't be

At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me

And now love, please hold me
Come closer, my dear
It feels so good, just having you near
But who am I fooling
When I know it's not real?
I can't hide
All this hurt and pain inside I feel

Guantánamo tiene un sonsobre su piel duraderaque gira por Caimaneracon su ritmo juguetón.Caimanera es la razón,que palabra impresionante.Caimanera militantese entrena cada mañanapor la base Americanaque es una mancha insultante.
Guantanamera,guajira guantanamera.Guantanamera,guajira guantanamera.

No se duerme Caimanerasobre la noche antillana.Ella vela soberanacon la luz de su bandera.Caimanera es la primeraherida por sus costados.La de brazos desangrados,la de héroes caimaneses,la que ha visto muchas vecessus hijos asesinados.
Guantanamera,guajira guantanamera.Guantanamera,guajira guantanamera.

Caimanera es la frontera,es la primer avanzadala mano firme armadaante el rostro de la fiera.Guajira guantanamera,Caimanera siempre erguidadispuesta a entregar la vidapor la causa que defiende.Te aplaude quien te comprende,Guantanamera querida.
Guantanamera,guajira guantanamera.Guantanamera,guajira guantanamera.

Go and sit upon the grass
and I shall come and sit beside you.
Go and sit upon the grass
and I shall come and sit beside you.

And we shall talk.
And while we talk I'll hit your head with a nail to make you understand me.
While we talk I'll hit your head with a nail to make you understand me.

Go and sit upon the grass
and I shall come and sit beside you.
Go and sit upon the grass
and I shall come and sit beside you.

And do not mind if I thump you when I'm talking to you.
Do not mind if I thump you when I'm talking to you.
I've something important to say.

Go and sit upon the grass
and I shall come and sit beside you.
Go and sit upon the grass
and I shall come and sit beside you.

And when I'm gone you can feel the lumps upon your head.
And think about what I said.
And think about what I said.

Go and sit upon the grass
and feel your lumps.

Stalin wasn't stallin'
when he told the beast of Berlin
that they'd never rest contented
till they had driven him from the land
So he called the Yanks and English
and proceeded to extinguish
the Fuhrer and its vermin
this is how it all began

Now, the Devil, he was reading
in the Good Book one day
how that Lord created Adam
to walk the righteous way
and it made the Devil jealous
he turned green up to his horns
and he swore by things unholy
and he made one of his own

So he packed two suitcases
full of greed and misery
and he caught the Midnight Special
going down to Germany
then he mixed his lies and hatred
with fire and brimstone
then the Devil sat upon it
that's how Adolf was born

Now Adolf got the notion
that he was the master race
and he swore he'd bring New Order
and put mankind in its place !
So he set a scheme in motion
and was winning everywhere
until he up and got the notion
for to kick that Russian bear

Stalin wasn't stallin'
when he told the Beast of Berlin
that they'd never rest contented
till they had driven him from the land
So he called the Yanks and English
and proceeded to extinguish
the Fuhrer and its vermin
this is how it all began

Yes he kicked that noble Russian
but it wasn't very long
before Adolf got suspicious
that he had done something wrong
Cause that bear grabbed the Fuhrer
and gave him an awful fright
seventeen months he scrapped the Fuhrer
tooth and claw, day and night

Then that bear smacked the Fuhrer
with a mighty armored paw
and Adolf broke all records
running backwards towards Krakaw
Then Goebbels sent a message
to the people everywhere
that if they couldn't hit the Fuhrer
Go down hit that Russian bear

Stalin wasn't stallin'
when he told the Beast of Berlin
that they'd never rest contented
till they had driven him from the land
So he called the Yanks and English
and proceeded to extinguish
the Fuhrer and its vermin
this is how it all began

Then this bear called on his buddy
the noble fighting Yank
and they sent the Fuhrer running
with their ships and planes and tanks
Now the Fuhrer's having nightmares
cause the Fuhrer knows damn well
that the Devil's done wrote "Welcome"
on his residence in Hell

It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.


It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.


With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

The Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Arauco tiene una pena
Que no la puedo callar,
Son injusticias de siglos
Que todos ven aplicar,
Nadie le ha puesto remedio
Pudiéndolo remediar.
Levántate, huenchullán.

Un día llega de lejos
Huescufe conquistador,
Buscando montañas de oro,
Que el indio nunca buscó,
Al indio le basta el oro
Que le relumbra del sol.
Levántate, curimón.

Entonces corre la sangre,
No sabe el indio qué hacer,
Le van a quitar su tierra,
La tiene que defender,
El indio se cae muerto,
Y el afuerino de pie.
Levántate, manquilef

Adónde se fue lautaro
Perdido en el cielo azul,
Y el alma de galvarino
Se la llevó el viento sur,
Por eso pasan llorando
Los cueros de su kultrún.
Levántate, pues, callfull.

Del año mil cuatrocientos
Que el indio afligido está,
A la sombra de su ruca
Lo pueden ver lloriquear,
Totora de cinco siglos
Nunca se habrá de secar.
Levántate, callupán.

Arauco tiene una pena
Más negra que su chamal,
Ya no son los españoles
Los que les hacen llorar,
Hoy son los propios chilenos
Los que les quitan su pan.
Levántate, pailahuán.

Ya rugen las votaciones,
Se escuchan por no dejar,
Pero el quejido del indio
¿por qué no se escuchará?
Aunque resuene en la tumba
La voz de caupolicán,
Levántate, huenchullán.

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