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Ballad to Yemen

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No cloud in the firmament, what about this smoke!
No dead has been arrived, what about this grief!
How thorny is this land of Yemen!
 
This way to Yemen
Rose but the meal
None came back
Wonder why!
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 
They are playing harmonica
You thought it was a wedding
Take the green flag, thought she was a bride
You thought those sent to Yemen would come back!
 
This way to Yemen
Rose but the meal
None came back
Wonder why
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 
In front of the barracks, the sound of the battalion
Can be heard, check what he has in his bag
A pair of shoes and a fez!
 
This way to Yemen
Rose but the meal
None came back
Wonder why
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 
Here is Muş
Nothing but uneven
None came back
Wonder why!
 

Pick an old guy!

Pick an old guy!
Pick an old guy!
Original lecture. Text and melody by Otto Reutter
Teich / Danner No. 350
(The performer's appearance is an older, but still very sprightly and brisk gentleman.)
 
1.
The statistics show the connoisseur
there are more women than men.
That's why I advise all women
To know their options in good time.
But please be satisfied,
Not everyone get get the most handsome.
Don't be so picky,
just looking for the young and crisp ones.
Pick an old guy, pick an old guy!
Such an old, well-established,
a public servant with a pension -
such a person is in demand.
Pick an old guy, pick an old guy!
Once freshened up a bit
He will often be better than a young man
And always better than nothing!
 
2.
Ain't the old man no Adonis,
At least he is a man-person.
Even if he had never been attractive,
(alternatively/in the video: Even if his attractiveness has been lost)
The more one looks at her!
Maybe he has a bald head -
one gets it, one has it -
Maybe he has a double chin,
well, then you grab it twice.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Maybe he is getting some wrinkles,
Those can only be seen on the head -
Elsewhere they might be attractive.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Is it already fat and wide,
A young man will have to be fed first
but with this one you're already there.
(With a corresponding gesture indicating wide girth)
(attached video is shellac recording - scroll down)
3.
A young man kisses hot and powerful,
but an old man kisses thoughtfully.
What he lacks in passion,
he rmakes up for - with talent.
And how nice, when giving a kiss,
she doesn't need to think about any consequences,
because as he becomes an old one,
She doesn't get young ones.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Who knows how to do good housekeeping.
A young man kisses carelessly
Often and quickly - so be careful!
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He is less enthusiastic
Do not kiss often, but kisses longer -
so it comes down to the same thing.
 
4.
A young man is hard to beat
when you swing your slipper.
An old man will give in
And look (to her) up humbly.
A young man buys clothes for himself,
an old man buys you a dress from the tailor.
When you put it on, he will be very happy,
Even more when you take it off.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He lets you switch and rule.
He will be happy with just a kiss
then be amazed what he's got.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
When a youngster comes along,
The old guy will let him enjoy the roast
and is himself content with dessert.
 
5.
If you have a young man,
other women will gawk at him.
They never look at an old man
He will be entirely yours.
A young man is more changeable -
But an old man is secure,
He only kisses in his own room
It's plenty for one.
Take your old man, take your old man!
He'll be happy if you keep him
He'll be faithful forever,
almost too faithful - with time!
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He kisses with love's pain
Because with every kiss he thinks:
'It might be the last time!'
 
6.
So if you can't have a young one,
pick an old boy.
There are various ones here today -
And well - - - how about me?
I see younger people here too -
(Summing up :) What they can do, I can still do today,
loved in different places.
Write me, I'll come right away.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
I'm still in very good condition -
Gray hair - easy on the eyes -
Silver is fashionable now.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
Girl, if you bury him,
you will inherit everything, everytime - -
But only - but only - but only if you live to see it.
 
(It increases the effect if a young, pretty woman (or several) rushes onto the stage and if the old man dances off with her, or with them, to the melody of the refrain.)
 
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alternative text of the shellac recording
 
A young man is difficult to conquer
If you swing your slipper
An old man gives you his wallet
Makes the beds, brews coffee.
A young man's kisses may be hot and powerful
But an old man kisses thoughftully
What he lacks in passion
He makes up for with talent.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He'll always be easy to get along with
He'll be faithful to eternity,
becomes even more faithful with time.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He'll be less outgoing,
He doesn't kiss as often, but it takes longer
So it comes down to the same.
 
So if you can't have a young man
Pick an old guy.
There are plenty there and here
And how about me?
I recommend myself here strongly
I still have very nice bits leftover
Greetings to all of you, near and far,
write me, I'll be happy to come.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He'll be happy if you him.
Young men often kiss carelessly
Hot and fast, so be watch out.
Pick an old guy, Pick an old guy!
He kisses with love's pain
Because with every kiss he thinks:
'Oops, this might be the last time!'
 

The King Erl

Who is riding so late through wind and night?
It is the father. Soon it will be eight.
He holds the boy in his arm
He is riding fast, cause the boy has a cold.
Today they will need a bit more time
'Cause dad first wants to have a smoke.
The boy shouts: 'Hey daddy,
I'm dying here, so go on riding!'
Half past seven, half past eight, it's getting brighter.
The father is riding faster and faster.
He reaches the farm with a huge effort
The boy is alive, the horse is dead.
 

Now It's For Real

Now it's Saci1 for real
Now it's two brothers
Now I can run
Now pay attention
 
I'll take you to the square
Too much peace and emeralds
Will rain
All on you
Who said love wouldn't?
Who said love wouldn't?
Wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't?
 
Now it's Saci1 for real
Now it's two brothers
Now I can run
Now pay attention
 
I'll take you to the square
Too much peace and emeralds
Will rain
All on you
Who said love wouldn't?
Who said love wouldn't?
Wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't?
 
Milk, a feeling, a brute sphere, an ending, a way, the fear, the kiss, reality, farms, rarities
The phallus, a dice
A crooked eye, a face, breath, bad taste
A dice, a crooked eye, a face, bad liberation
 
Milk, a feeling, a brute sphere, an ending, a way, the fear, the kiss, the pussy, a phallus that was handed out, an eye
A crooked eye, a face, breath, bad taste
A dice, a crooked eye, a face, bad liberation
 

• Folkloric Brazilian figure

DP

I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
Double penetration
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
On the roads of this life where you pass
I find it funny, I think of life
And for some minutes, I see a new start
I think of you
I melt down, dry
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
Double penetration
 
With you I'll have
With you I'll have, girl
With you I'll have DP
 
It doesn't bother me at all!
The best thing in life is when life is over
On the roads of life I see your picture
I think well, disguise
Think of myself as deep
 
With you I'll have
With you I'll have, girl
With you I'll have DP
 
I'll have
I'll have
With you I'll have DP
 
On the roads of this life where you pass
I find it funny, I think of life
And for some minutes, I see a new start
I think of you
I melt down, dry
 
Life is weird!
A declaration of love!
A declaration of love!
 

Young witch's song

When at night I rode across the mountains,
Clip-clop, clip-clop, my little horse,
A strange ringing went with us,
Ring-a-ling-ling.
It was an enticing, entreating sound,
As lovely as children’s voices.
I seemed to be stroking soft hair,
I felt so strange and sad.
Then suddenly the ringing was gone,
I looked down into the deep valley.
Then I saw a light in my house,
Clip-clop, clip-clop, my little horse,
My little boy was looking out for his mother,
Ring-a-ling-ling.
 

Under the sky's flowers

So many different people,
the bare feet and the music
and your weird dress,
the burning fire and someone close to you.
 
The changing sky, he looks for you
You look so beautiful, and you continue the game
He loves you and it's night time again.
 
So many different people,
the sound of voices and the music
He comes looking for you, there's no afterwards
you run fast to me.
 
Under the sky's flowers
you look for me, you look so beautiful
and you continue the game, as always,
it's just you and me.
 
Under the sky's flowers
people sing, people love,
Under the sky's flowers
as always, it's just you and me.
 
Under the sky's flowers
people suffer, people wait,
Under the sky's flowers
as always, it's just you and me.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Under the sky's flowers
people suffer, people wait,
Under the sky's flowers
as always, it's just you and me.
 

Upside down

Much more than the ground beneath my feet
Here I miss voices and the city
And I miss you, because I haven't seen you
Since I've been here
 
We went up before the shift ended
To the factory roof to see
Whether from up there we could finally see
The one who got us fired
 
The first day he took off almost hurriedly
With us above and the others arguing below,
But whose faces are those above the roof
And what do they have to look at?
 
Then the patrol car came tearing in
And a little boy waved from a window
Before night fell,
The television crew set up shop
 
But no, I'm not coming down
Not even the television
Can make me come down
No, I'm not coming down
You go ahead
And go on television
 
Like passers-by during a sudden downpour
Crammed into a doorway's only shelter
The people downstairs crushed themselves
Around the eye of the broadcast.
 
'A relative of mine was up there on the roof.'
'Outsourcing's to blame as far as I'm concerned'
Everyone wanted the microphone
To say something on television
 
And while darkness sank into the streets
And onto the gates and railings of Turin
And the light had gone out on the balcony
Where that little boy was
 
I thought for an instant that I saw you
Among the others showing solidarity down there
But it wasn't you and I stayed up
On the roof camping out
 
But no, I'm not coming down...
 
Days and nights have gone by since that day
And there's traffic in the streets again
Only rarely is there someone who lifts their gaze
And watches me watching
 
My comrades have gone, too, and I understand them
It isn't so easy to stay
If there's someone waiting for you
If you have someone you can tell things to
 
And so, all alone now, I keep watch on my own
And I no longer care about getting down or going back
Or even about knowing
Who got us fired
 
Unchanging days go by and I don't count them
Let them take away the breath of those who follow them closely
I'll stay here and, for now, make do
With a little boy's wave
 

Soaked in sunlight like sponges.

Soaked in sunlight like sponges
With the frost howling like banners
With fingernails we work this soil
With blood-shot eyes and chained feet!
 
Ancient like the roots of these plants
We are here rooted: we are country people!
We water this land crying:
Sweat, blood, tears make these furrows.
 
We are country people: yes, hunger,
Broken backs and corns on our hands.
“Mow! Work! Animal!” –we obey!...
 
“Pick this fruit and harvest the weat!”
Life and death in front of highborn people
For three beans and a loaf of bread…
 

Stay with me.

Stay with me
this afternoon
forever,
my love.
 
Later you can
leave.
Where the waves
of life
push you

Not being with you, is called Friday.

It was Thursday
oceanfront.
in Wismar,
the city
at whose feet
the Baltic
exhausts the effort
of its biology
made into gray
head-on.
 
A mass of clouds
without moon neither sun
was the breast
of the distant sky,
that also leaned,
away,
on the face
of the waters
to kiss them,
softly musical
and lonely.
 
The autumn
was ascending to the trees
and it’s naked sing
was a branch,
under whose dimension without leaves,
were sadder the winds,
 
and kinder
the stones and the grass.
 
We had walked
without talking all afternoon.
 
After disputes
always silence was seeking us
and it was more difficult to speak
than love each other without words.
 
Behind us
had stayed so much landscape and so much kiss.
The lakes, the train, the wine.
The hotel, the rivers, the stations.
The birds, and always the birds.
 
In Wismar,
you were amazed of the ships so huge,
so small, however,
that still were fitting in your eyes.
I didn’t say it then.
I only was looking deeply at your blue become surprise.
 
And now the sea, the Baltic.
I had never seen my life
so much gray gathered,
fidgetting
at the height of my north.
 
“ You know, I told you,
I will be leaving in December”.
“ And it already hurts horribly,
the last day of November,
in which will begin
only many December for me,
for this indian that you love,
my love”.
 
Your words said nothing.
Wounds in their flight,
didn’t reach your lips.
Then, long after:
“Let’s go, you said.
It is cold already for the four of us
and for that flower on the sand,
so similar to the corpse of a star”.
 
This Friday
I walk through the streets of my Guatemala,
the city of which so much was talking with you my hope.
A shy gray drizzle
fills everything with its face.
I hide under my cheap raincoat some political bulletins,
that shouldn’t never getting wet,
just with the sight of men.
I still lift out of habit
the neck of my raincoat and nobody says anything next to me.
 
In my country it is called winter what in yours is summer.
But there is always sun and never snow in the air.
It is Friday, and it is always will be Friday if you are not with me.
 
But we still continue to impose ourselves to the cold,
and we go on living.
 
And here,
next to the flag that I love,
your eyes still light to me,
My love.
 

Notify.

Nothing
will be able
against this avalanche
of Love.
Against this rearmament of man
in his most noble structures.
 
Nothing
will be able
against the faith of people
in the unique potency
of their hands.
 
Nothing
will be able
against the Life.
 
And nothing
will be able
against the Life,
because nothing
could
never
against the Life.
 

Meet.

We were so far each other.
Seas were between us.
Mountains and water.
Fire and wind.
Long years
of dark desperation
there was between us.
 
But we meet,
nonetheless,
because the Life wanted it,
Blindly.
 

Camp Lakebottom

In this camp the sun never comes,
And the Bigfoots are the best,
Even though the food isn't that cool,
In here what matters the most is the attitude,
Camp Lakebottom (Yeah, yeah)
Lakebottom!!
 

Future Lovers

Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Love has no hurry
It can wait in silence
Deep within a locker
On general delivery1
Millenia and millennia in the air
 
Maybe, then
Rio will be
Some subaquatic city
Divers will come
To explore your home
Your bedroom, your stuff
Your soul, your upper floor
 
In vain, wise men
Will try to decipher
The echo of words of yore
Fragments of letters, poems
Lies, pictures
Traces of a weird civilization
 
Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Loves will always be lovely
As for future lovers, who can tell
If they'll love without knowing
With the same love I once
Gave you
 
Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Love has no hurry
It can wait in silence
Deep within a locker
On general delivery1
Millenia and millennia in the air
 
Maybe, then
Rio will be
Some subaquatic city
Divers will come
To explore your home
Your bedroom, your stuff
Your soul, your upper floor
 
In vain, wise men
Will try to decipher
The echo of words of yore
Fragments of letters, poems
Lies, pictures
Traces of a weird civilization
 
Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Loves will always be lovely
As for future lovers, who can tell
If they'll love without knowing
With the same love I once
Gave you
 

• Service where the post office holds the mail until the recipient calls for it

Clasa măgarilor

Amabile doamne și domni,
vă prezentăm clasa măgarilor
din care face parte orchestra Kramer cu soliștii săi.
 
Începem cu examinarea celui mai inteligent.
Tu Franco Cerri, știi să-mi spui
unde se găsesc Pirineii?
 
Pirineii,
Pirineii se găsesc dacă se caută,
Dar dacă nu se caută, nu.
 
Toți repetenții clasei a treia 'D'
rasfoiesc silabisirea
repetând ABC-ul.
 
Intră profesorul cu ochelarii și cravata.
Ahi, ahi, ahi, cu acel registru
va fi interogatoriu.
 
Domnișoara Maccabei
vino in față, spune tu,
unde sunt Pirineii?
Domnule profesor,
eu nu știu, spuneți dumneavoastră.
 
Și hai să-l auzim pe Massinelli,
regele măgarilor,
unde sunt Dardanelele?
Domnule profesor,
eu nu știu, spuneți dumneavoastră.
 
Din curtea care se învecinează cu universitatea,
iese afară o găină care pune o întrebare.
 
Coccorococo,
sa auzim puțin!
 
Domnule profesor vă rog
îmi puteți spune dacă întâi s-a născut oul sau găina?
Ce figură,
profesorul nu știe.
 
~ ~ ~
 
Din curtea care se învecinează cu universitatea,
iese afară o găină care pune o întrebare.
 
Corrocococo,
să auzim puțin!
 
Domnule profesor vă rog
îmi puteți spune dacă întâi s-a născut oul sau găina?
Ce figură,
profesorul nu știe!
 

În căutarea ta (Singur mă plimb prin oraș) prin oraș)

Singur mă plimb prin oraș,
Trec printre mulțimea care nu știe,
Care nu-mi vede durerea,
Căutându-te,
visându-te
Că mai mult nu am.
 
Fiecare chip pe care îl privesc, nu ești tu,
Fiecare voce pe care o aud, nu ești tu,
Unde ești, dragoste pierdută?
Te voi revedea, te voi găsi, te voi urmări.
 
Încerc în zadar să te uit,
Dar prima dragoste, nu, nu se poate uita,
Este scris un nume, un nume singur în străfundul inimii,
Te-am cunoscut și acum știu că ești iubirea, adevărata iubire, marea dragoste!
 
Singur mă plimb prin oraș,
Trec printre mulțimea care nu știe,
Care nu vede durerea mea,
Căutându-te,
visându-te
Că mai mult nu am.
 
Singur mă plimb prin oraș,
Trec printre mulțimea care nu știe,
Care nu vede durerea mea,
Căutându-te,
visându-te,
Că mai mult nu am.
 

Wait a minute

Ah, Wait a minute.
1.2 of 3 to the South Island.
Let's go.
Tropical Lady.
Everybody's waist swinging (bang bang bang).
 
Ah Good Night.
The sound of the waves will stop you and me.
Palm trees shaking and flamingos dancing.
 
Ah, the moon shaking over the waves.
A mermaid swimming.
 
Ah, Wait a minute.
The sound of the waves will stop you and me.
Palm trees shaking and flamingos dancing.
 
Ah, the moon shaking over the waves.
A mermaid swimming.
 

Câmpuri de bumbac

Când eram un bebe mic,
mama mă legăna în leagăn
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Eram prin Louisiana
cam pe la o milă de Texarkana
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Oh, atunci când seminţele de bumbac se putrezesc
Nu poţi alege foarte mult bumbac
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Eram prin Louisiana
cam pe la o milă de Texarkana
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Când eram un bebe mic,
mama mă legăna în leagăn
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Eram prin Louisiana
cam pe la o milă de Texarkana
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Oh, atunci când seminţele de bumbac se putrezesc
Nu poţi alege foarte mult bumbac
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Eram prin Louisiana
cam pe la o milă de Texarkana
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Când eram un bebe mic,
mama mă legăna în leagăn
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 
Eram prin Louisiana
cam pe la o milă de Texarkana
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
acasă, în acele vechi câmpuri de bumbac
 

Apple Dot Com

Apple's are red,
Red and delicious
Eating them in prison is even better.
A stray dog bites
And then bites again
Roll up your sleeves and bite right here.
 
Preparing for a part-time job interview
I'm just preparing but never applying
It's like I'm seeing my younger self
Being cute toward myself
and nailing down any stake that sticks out
 
I'm rotting away as I neglect myself
I have a sweet smile on my face as it's pierced with a dart
Not bothering to do anything because it's a pain
While a whole bunch of debt piles up uncontrollably
 
'He seems like a really kind guy'
Says the really disgusting person
Even the hero who saves the world
Is not loved by everyone
 
I searched up online to choose my cell phone plan wisely
But I end up blowing 200 grand a month
I'm the scum to be on the ground profusely apologising
While carrying a huge axe on my shoulder
 
I'm rotting away as I neglect myself
I have a sweet smile on my face as it's pierced with a dart
Not bothering to do anything because it's a pain
While a whole bunch of debt piles up uncontrollably
 
Gas gathers over my head late at night
In a casual mood, I'm charged with various felonies
Even if you travel to India, there's nothing there at all
All lumped together uncontrollably - my future.com
 
Apple's are red,
Red and delicious
Eating them in prison is even better.
Apple's are red,
Red and delicious
Even before my death penalty, they're still delicious
 
I'm rotting away as I neglect myself
I have a sweet smile on my face as it's pierced with a dart
Not bothering to do anything because it's a pain
While a whole bunch of debt piles up uncontrollably
 
Gas gathers over my head late at night
In a casual mood, I'm charged with various felonies
Even if you travel to India, there's nothing there at all
All lumped together uncontrollably is my future
 
I'm rotting away as I neglect myself
I have a sweet smile on my face as it's pierced with a dart
Not bothering to do anything because it's a pain
While a whole bunch of debt piles up uncontrollably
 
I'm not healthy but I still exist
I'm still smiling, a little faintly
I have nothing at all but I'll hold onto my expectations
All lumped together uncontrollably - my future.com
 

Square Sun

Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is the time I want to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is time for the people to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square Sun
 
One of the laws of Physics say
That whatever you throw up
Falls down on your roof
The world turns
And now even the cattle1 is confused
 
One of the laws of Physics say
That whatever you throw up
Falls down on your roof
The world turns
And now even the cattle1 is confused
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is the time I want to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is time and I want to see
You taking home all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
Get up to see the square sun
Get up to see the square sun
 

• 'Gado' is a pejorative way to refer to electors of the Brazilian president Jair Bolsonaro. Yes, it is meant to associate them with animals

More Tightly

You're my buddy, you are my bestie
Let's sing together now
You are my treasure, you are my only one
Isn't that right? You, you, you, you
 
Don't be sad
It isn't like you to sigh
Count on me
I'll take you to a special place
 
Continuously happening bad days
You don't have to face them alone
Oh, your usual facial expression
As usual, I'm waiting for you
 
Jump in more
Tightly, let's become one
Surely, us being gathered here
Was inevitable
Feel so high, so good
Let's mess around a lot
There's nothing else to do but laugh
 
Yeah, let's get it
If you notice, it's been so long time
The usual home ground
Faces which haven't changed
Buddy who spent time whole heartedly
Yah yah the music we listened to together
Yah yah the worn-out shoes
Even tremendous dreams
Memories of the night we spent together
 
Even a single person
Every one of them can't be left behind
Oh, look around you
I'm always calling out for you
 
Jump in more
Tightly, let's become one
Surely, us being gathered here
Was inevitable
Feel so high, so good
Let's mess around a lot
There's nothing else to do but laugh
 
You're my buddy, you are my bestie
Let's sing together now
You are my treasure, you are my only one
Isn't that right? You, you, you, you
 
Jump in more
Tightly, let's become one
Surely, us being gathered here
Was inevitable
Feel so high, so good
Let's mess around a lot
We'll be together now and forever
 

Topsy-turvy

Chorus: Hey, you, this way
Come on, leave every craft
The great day has come
Hey, you, it’s possible
Today no rules nor slavery exist anymore
Today is the day when it’s
Clopin: Possible!
 
Once a year, and who doesn’t already know?
We turn the whole city upside down
Every king could find himself a clown
Today we are the only ones in command
Today madness becomes an order
And we can do the impossible
Let every madman be welcome
This is their day
 
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: Everything is topsy-turvy
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: Everybody seems to have gone crazy
Better stay home, those who are not able
To turn the city upside down
 
Esmeralda: Hey! You got hurt?
Quasimodo: No-no…I didn’t mean to, I… I beg your pardon
Esmeralda: You didn’t get injured, did you? Come on, let see
Quasimodo: No, no, no…no!
Esmeralda: Here… See? No harm done. Just try to be a bit more careful
Quasimodo: I…I…will
Esmeralda: By the way, nice mask!
 
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: With drums and trumpets
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: With trumps and crooks
Let’s give free rein to the worst part of us
For just one day a year
The aim is to cause damage
And to turn the city upside down
 
This way, hey, you
This is your chance
To discover beauty
For you, here she is
An entity in France
For beauty and rareness
Here for you, Esmeralda
Is here!
 
Frollo: Look what a revolting display
Phoebus: Yes, sir
 
Clopin: And now, ladies and gentlemen
The pièce de résistance
Here we go! The feast has already started off
Here is the best of the masks for you
Time for us to be in stitches
Out of all the fools, we’re going to pick the most
Do you remember last year’s king?
 
Make horrible grimaces and it’ll be you
The ugliest ones, even uglier than gargoyles
Among the fools, my friends, we’ll pick the king
Why?
 
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: Who’s ashamed would better stay home
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: And they’re going to call “Highness”
Chorus: The ugliest one, winning today
Will become king for this year
 
Citizens: That’s no mask!
That’s his face!
He’s repulsive
That’s the bell-ringer of Notre-Dame!
 
Clopin: Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be afraid!
We were looking for the ugliest face in Paris
And here it is!
Quasimodo! The hunchback of Notre-Dame!
 
All together!
Chorus: Once a year, and who doesn’t already know?
Clopin: Viva the king
Chorus: We turn the whole city upside down
Clopin: He’s our king
Chorus: There’s no limit for madness
Clopin: Girls, a kiss!
Chorus: Today we are the only ones in command
Clopin: That’s the best we’ve ever found
 
And the watchword is “frivolity”
Then tomorrow we’ll go back down to earth
We’ll drawn in beer
And make a fool of everything
And we’ll never regret it
Yes! Here’s the king of all the ugly
And let the city upside down
Topsy-turvy
Come on, let’s turn everything upside down and glory unto our king!
 

I Must Have Written Wrong Lottery Numbers

I must have written wrong lottery numbers*
I was nervous on the lottery evening
all alone in my room
 
I finally wrapped a cig
as I stang my grandma's medicine in me
while drinking beer
 
When balls were rolling in the machine
I thought about little boys of Sudan
who would like to be drunk
at least they have a real problem
 
Since the fruits of their banana trees
are sold in the shop downstairs
coffee has been drank from their bushes
their bare cheeks have been spanked
 
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
when with my very last money
I could only get a small beer
 
When I sat on the bar with bare legs
boys surrounded me with their nasty intentions
I acted like I was reading
 
But it really didn't piss me off
When I was thinking little boys of Sudan
who would like to be drunk
at least they have a real problem
 
Since no fountain in Sahara
can quench their thirst
and no scrap of the rich
can make their cows to milk or moo
 
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
when last night suddenly
the electricity went off
 
I got a blanket around me
pulled more quilt for my toes
and the problem was solved
 
And it didn't piss me off at all
when I was thinking little boys of Sudan
who would like to be drunk
at least they have a real problem
 
Since their own store in the desert
doesn't sell drugs for HIV or malaria
and the person handing over free condoms
seems to be just a story
 
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
I finally wrapped a cig
 

Mangueira Landscape

Everybody here will dance.
Everybody here will dance.
Hey, piper, play out.
Hey, piper, play out.
Hey, piper, play out.
Hey, piper, play out.
 
It's nice to see
The dancers in Mangueira1
What is as beautiful as it?
The Mangueira2 landscape
How beautiful is Mangueira1
When it parades
Down the boulevard
A poem, a pleasure
A party to my eyes
Is seeing my dear Mangueira1
The dancer I love lives there
All my childhood dreams were of there
And when the ensemble walk down
They look like flowers
Rolling from the hill
Onto the asphalt
 
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go dance
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go dance
Go, go, go, go, go dance
 
It's nice to see
The dancers in Mangueira1
What is as beautiful as it?
The Mangueira2 landscape
How beautiful is Mangueira1
When it parades
Down the boulevard
A poem, a pleasure
A party to my eyes
Is seeing my dear Mangueira1
The dancer I love lives there
All my childhood dreams were of there
And when the ensemble walk down
They look like flowers
Rolling from the hill
Onto the asphalt
 
Play out.
Piper, play out.
Play out.
 

• One of the most traditional samba schools in Rio de Janeiro...
• ...Which is also a neighborhood

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Giotto Beat

Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!1
 
We're slow lenses2, we need a photokit.
We pass the buck without any prospect 3:
[Or any perspective, we are as flat as] 8-bit Donkey Kong.
We need an 'acchord'4: let's call Vladimir Horowitz
Before a bald guy wearing a fez5 does another blitzkrieg.
Our problem is the falling [share prices], think about it Cassel6
We'd need an old song: play it Sam!
Lambretta, Fiat 500, the surf craze:
[Now] we're in 500 people queueing out of the drug counseling.
[Now] we're more resigned, more doubtful, poorer, more anesthetized
Than a patient in recovery room.
[We were] born with the Italian economic boom myth
[And we] died under the BTP7/BUND8 spread.
Do prick up your ears like Legolas, Orlando Bloom9
I want the brick dance back10,
I turn my back but I...
...I find myself on a brick11 playing Wii [Fit]
Hot coals barefoot, I must get outta there:
I got knocked down, but I get up [as] Mohammed Alì!
 
I need a prospect - as in the 60s - and a radio singing 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a prospect, a new point of view: the eye doctor told me so: Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!
I need a prospect, [somehwere] in between of who's right and who's wrong: I need a third dimension: 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a perspective as Giotto's paintings12, as who's beaten down during the G8!
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
 
We need fliming uptick and stability:
Steadycam.
I want to wake up there,
In Italy just after the IIWW:
Everyone went to the seaside during the weekend,
No smut aired on TV,
Lieutenant Sheridan13
Cheers, President Saragat14!
You go ahead and hope:
We burn it down to ashes as hemp!
Under the sun wearing a Panama hat.
We'll shot [each other] down but
We'll have a fistful of air in return as in Galaga15.
The electoral circus is more like a criminal show,
Now we just have to philosophize like Schopenauer.
And I do not even know who I should get ruled by:
I see circuses but I see no bread16: [go and] tell it to Iuvenalis!
This reality is not for me, like a Fabergé17
I go on by just dead reckoning, [following the scent] as a sommelier with Cabernet.
I'd like to dance the Ye[ah!] Ye[eah!] spinning aroung the Piper Club18
[As the] loading pointer on a Mac!
 
I need a prospect - as in the 60s - and a radio singing 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a prospect, a new point of view: the eye doctor told me so: Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!
I need a prospect, [somehwere] in between of who's right and who's wrong: I need a third dimension: 'ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!'
I need a perspective as Giotto's paintings12, as who's beaten down during the G8!
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
Giotto Beat! (Ye[ah] ye[ah], ye[ah] ye[ah]!)
 
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I don't know it, guys!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I whish it was [an] easy [question to answer].
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I'm just a singer!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
I'm just complaining!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
[You shall] not pay the value-added taxes!
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
[You shall] accept an undeclared job.
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
Forgive me, Pasolini.
Tell us which is [the right] prospect[, then]!
Giotto Beat!
 

• 1. Mimicking the 'yeahs' that were present in a lot of songs composed during the 60s: some examples are 'She loves you' and 'It won't be long' by The Beatles
• 2. Italians self-identify as belonging to a country that is falling behind the other ones. 'Lenti' has also the meaning of '(optical)' lenses: Caparezza is using this secondary meaning for the remaining half of the verse.
• 3. In Italian 'prospettiva' also means perspective. This explains the next verse
• 4. In Italian, 'accordo' could mean either 'agreement' or 'music chord'
• 5. Italia's former dictator, Benito Mussolini
• 6. Caparezza quotes the sentence «And as it falls,it keeps telling itself: 'So far so good... So far so good... So far so good.' It's not how you fall that matters. It's how you land.» from the main character Vinz La Haine. Vinz was interpreted by the French actor Vincent Cassel.
• 7. the Italian long-term government bonds
• 8.
• 9. He acted the part of Legolas in 'The Lord of the Rings' saga:
• 10. Another dance from the 60s:
• 11. Wii's Balance Board
• Giotto made either two dimensional afrescos or with a naïve perspective
• 13. A fictional detective played by the Italian actor Ubaldo Lay
• 14. The 5th President of Italy.
• 15. An old archive game
• 16.
• 17. Fabergé had to flew from Russia after the Soviet revolution.
• 18. An old 60s disco in Rome

Nurturing My Bitterness

Hey, pal, stretch out your legs
Get the chair and sit down
Put the straw1 behind your ear
As the housekeeper2 goes chopping
 
As the kettle sizzles
I'll go nurturing my bitterness
As the kettle sizzles
(I'll go nurturing my bitterness)
 
It's good that you came
I had to tell you
A gaúcho3 in love
Needs to let off steam
Rosinha went away
With my friend João
 
It's well said that women have wings
On the edge of their hearts
It's well said that women have wings
On the edge of their hearts
 

• 1. A cigarette made of this substance
• 2. I couldn't find a better translation for this word, so I went with what I thought would convey the same message
• 3. A man from Rio Grande do Sul

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Mortaes

I not even want to hear about you
I want to go deaf
I want to lose you in the dampness of the corners
Forget about your crazes and die
I'm sure that far from me
You'll never be happy
I forget you every morning
Having some guaraná and listening to Elis1
Well, forget me as well
If you can, if you're able
I don't want more hugs or daggers
I melt and drown regrets
 
I not even want to hear about you
But I see you on TV
I want to lose you in the dampness of the corners
Forget about your crazes and die
I'm sure that far from me
You'll never be happy
I forget you every morning
Having some guaraná and listening to Elis1
Well, forget me as well
If you can, if you're able
I don't want more hugs or daggers
I melt and drown regrets
At Pecados Mortaes2
 
What I want is
To dock my ship at the docks in this Summer
I feel that my heart is tired of bad times
We've been through some rough patches
But I feel that we're attentive
I think that by the end of the year
We'll be single
 
I think that by the end of the year
We'll be single
 

• Elis Regina (1945 — 1982) was a Brazilian singer
• 2. A bar where Adriana Calcanhotto performed her first gigs, in Porto Alegre, Brazil

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Tribute

I'm thankful for these tributes you pay to me
For the sillinesses and beautiful things you say I did
Receiving the gifts is something I'm not brave to do
Send them to those who by right must be happy
 
Take these flowers to her, who must be crying by now
As she couldn't be close to me now
To receive these honors that the other is enjoying
Our clandestine love obliges us to live like this
 
Take these flower
And tell her to keep waiting for me
'Cause as soon as the party ends, I'll go hug my love
 
'Cause, though we are not married
She inspires me and is always by my side
Accompanying me through hard times, through times of pain
 
I'm thankful
Good evening, Porto Alegre, thank you very much!
 
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In The Boondocks Of The World

The theft, the rape, the putrid abduction
The fetid kidnap
The odd noun that ends in S
Where someone makes a bend
The boondocks of the world, where we are
 
The stupid crime, the lone criminal
A noun, common
The bogus fruit shines
Under the inhuman shadow of lynchers
 
The theft, the rape, the putrid abduction
The fetid kidnap
The odd noun that ends in S
Where someone makes a bend
The boondocks of the world, where we are
 
The stupid crime, the lone criminal
A noun, common
The bogus fruit shines
Under the inhuman shadow of lynchers
 
The saddest nation
In the most rotten time
Is made of potential
Groups of lynchers
 
The theft, the rape, the putrid abduction
The fetid kidnap
The odd noun that ends in S
The stupid crime, the lone criminal
Where someone makes a bend
The boondocks of the world, where we are
The stupid crime, short, short, short
Where someone makes a bend
The boondocks of the world, where we are
Where someone makes a bend
The boondocks of the world, where we are
 
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Dance Robot Dance

DANCE!
The smooth and flexible stepping
is controlled by the program
YOU!
Are you out of breath?
It's so inefficient of you
to dance a robot dance
 
LOCK!
Eye to eye, we exchange glances
Now we are in a hyperspace battlefield
AI
I'm confused with my thoughts
My heartbeat becomes faster
Input
 
UP SIDE
UP SIDE DOWN
UP SIDE DOWN SIDE UP AND DOWN
LEFT SIDE
LEFT SIDE RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT UP DOWN
YOU AND ME
 
My soaring heart motion
never stops resonating with yours!
I want to know more and more
about this irrational program
Spend more time with me, please!
 
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
Not yet
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
Wait a minute!
 
1. A robot may not allow a human being to come to harm
2. A robot must obey the orders
3. A robot must protect your own existence
4. A robot may not allow a human being to be excited!
 
PUNK!
My unsteady motions
are beyond the program
AI
My vision gets blurred
Can I recover my sight?
Thinking...
 
UP SIDE
UP SIDE DOWN
UP SIDE DOWN SIDE UP AND DOWN
LEFT SIDE
LEFT SIDE RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT UP DOWN
YOU AND ME
 
My soaring heart motion
never reaches you
I don't know or need
what breath or temperature means
Come to me closer, please
 
Love is a program bug in my heart
But I want my heart to be resonating
with yours!
This is the singularity
you and I share
Sorry to bother you! Sorry to bother you! But...
Spend all time with me, please!
 
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
I'm not ready yet
Dancing a robot dance
Are you ready?
Dancing a robot dance
I'm ready now!
 

The Pau Brasil Lady

In our daily sugar loaf, give us, Lord, the poetry of everyday
In our daily sugar loaf, give us, Lord, the poetry of everyday
In our daily sugar loaf, give us, Lord, the poetry of everyday
In our daily sugar loaf, give us, Lord, the poetry of everyday
 
She was born in the South, moved to Rio
And loved in a way nobody had seen
After swallowing the river
Overseas, where she emerged
She called herself 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
She called herself 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
 
She works in the orgy business
She works in the madness business
She works in the poetry business
She works in the idleness, idleness, idleness business
 
She was born in the South, moved to Rio
And loved in a way nobody had seen
After swallowing the river
Overseas, where she emerged
She is called 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
She is called 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
 
She works in the orgy business
She works in the madness business
She works in the poetry business
She works in the idleness, idleness, idleness business
 
She was born in the South, moved to Rio
And loved in a way nobody had seen
After swallowing the river
Overseas, where she emerged
She is called 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
Call me 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
Call - I'm 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
My name is 'The Pau Brasil Lady'
 
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