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Don't Stop

The sun came up
I didn't catch any fish
It seemed to be an ordinary day just like any other
I was tired
Weak, demotivated
Determined to give it all up and stop
 
God knows your structure
He knows what He's doing
Even if it's hard
Don't stop, He sees you
Picked up all your tears
And sent them to tell you
To take what He gave you
And go back to the sea, where you belong
 
Who told you to drop the fishing net?
Who told you to stop?
Go back to blue water
Where your shame once stood, I will honour you
 
Who told you to drop the fishing net?
Who told you to stop?
Go back to blue water
Where your shame once stood, I will honour you
Son, I will honour you
 
God knows your structure
He knows what He's doing
Even if it's hard
Don't stop, He sees you
Picked up all your tears
And sent them to tell you
To take what He gave you
And go back to the sea, where you belong
 
Who told you to drop the fishing net?
Who told you to stop?
Go back to blue water
Where your shame once stood, I will honour you
 
Who told you to drop the fishing net?
Who told you to stop?
Go back to blue water
Where your shame once stood, I will honour you
Son, I will honour you
 
Oh, son, the night is gone
Your time has come
Take your net and go back to the sea
I will wait for you in the sea
 
There's no stopping
God contemplated your path
I know, it's hard to keep going
When you have nothing left
This situation will change
Your time will come
There's a time for everything
 
Who told you to drop the fishing net? (Who told you?)
Who told you to stop?
Go back to blue water
Where your shame once stood, I will honour you
 
Who told you to drop the fishing net?
Who told you to stop?
Go back to blue water
Where your shame once stood, I will honour you
Son, I will honour you
 

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A Soviet Jew's Letter to Israel

I address this letter here, not to China -
I enclose, for Israel, this reminder.
To Dayan and Golda Meir's tough guys,
Here's my protest, written from left to right.
 
Fly and fly, little letter, quick as you can,
From a good, simple Jewish working man,
From welders, from foremen and electricians,
Hands off of our Arabs, Yids, end your mission!
 
You were hoping for our strength, and our aid,
You're the ones who drove Nasser to his grave.
You came up to heaven and poisoned the air,
The Yids came to Odessa and brought cholera there.
 
Even if we both have circumcisions,
I ask you to give up your false position!
Now, because of your thieving expeditions,
They've taken our booze prices and made additions.
 
I spit on your Judas fifty bucks,
Neither Tal, nor Botvinnik will get on your bus,
None of our doctors, or actors, will come to you,
Even Jewish miners won't dig their way through.
 
Yudkevich and Gershkovich won't come your way,
Solzhenitsyn's pal Rastropovich won't sway,
My neighbour, Izya Blumer, won't come to your side,
Because, just yesterday, he keeled over and died.
 
Even Joseph Kobzon doesn't dream of Israel,
There's so much shit there, he couldn't stand the smell -
So don't expect us to come to you as guests,
And don't muddy our water here, give it a rest!
 

Вернись, змея

У меня сейчас полон бумажник,
Приходи, птичка моя румяная;
Я несчастен и не умён,
Приходи, птичка моя румяная.
 
Трусиха на всю голову,
Приходи, птичка моя румяная;
Ещё б мне смыть старые следы,
Приходи, птичка моя румяная;
 
Вернись, змея,
Вернись, змея;
Разве вот так и предают ?
Вернись, змея.
 
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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

Friend Like Me

Master! I see you don't quite realize what you got in your hand!
So I'm ready to explain,
If you'll sit and listen to the song,
That makes everything clear.
 
Ali Baba has forty thieves,
Scheherazade's got a thousand tales,
You're lucky that I'm with you, Master,
Because my wishes never fail!
 
Like in a heavyweight boxing match,
I always stand in the arena.
You want power, strength, talent?
All you gotta do is rub the lamp, and then I'll say:
 
Dear Monsieur Aladdin,
There's a home kitchen here,
I jot down your order,
You ain't never had a friend like me.
Life is a restaurant,
So come and take a bite of it with me!
Come whisper your wish in my ear,
You ain't never had a friend like me.
 
The service is top-notch,
And all is for free!
You're the king, the master, the shah,
I'll get your dish right away!
 
There's a wide variety here,
Only quality foods.
I want a satisfied costumer,
You ain't never had a friend like me!
 
Yes, yes.
No, no, no!
Yeah, yeah...
More juggling tricks.
Notice all the details!
Who pulls out rabbits
Out of hats?
Who spits fire?
What happened here?
If only you say 'Abra cadabra'
In the blink of an eye, everything fades away!
 
What a gaping mouth, staring eyes,
I pray for you!
You've won me, I'm a perfect magician,
You got a certified genie.
 
I got a powerful urge to help you out,
So just tell me your wish already!
The list is endlessly long,
So just rub it, but not too hard!
 
Mister Aladdin, it's all on my control,
I'm a worker, I'm never lazy!
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend,
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend,
You ain't never had a friend like me!
You ain't never had a friend like me.