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Strom (DxFxFx)
02:40
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Keď sa do mňa vietor bolestí opiera
neveselú pieseň do uší mi spieva
zima a žiaľ preniká do kostí
zatlačený k zemi do bahna starostí
som stratený v lese
a búrka je bližšie a bližšie
vtedy chcem byť ako strom
opustený na poli
odolá vetru aj búrke
ničoho sa nebojí
keď vietor zlý fúka mi piesok do očí
aby som nevidel záblesky radosti
hustá hmla dusí mi srdce zmysly svaly
učím sa pomaly to aký som slabý
som stratený v lese
a búrka je bližšie a bližšie
vtedy chcem byť ako strom
opustený na poli
odolá vetru aj búrke
ničoho sa nebojí
som stratený v lese
a búrka je bližšie a bližšie
mraky sú rýchle a temné
a búrka tá zúri aj vo mne
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A TREE
When the wind of aches is leaning into me
Singing a mirthless song in my ears
Coldness and sorrow are piercing my bones
Pushed to the ground into the mud of worries
I am lost in the forest
And the storm is getting closer and closer
Then I want to be just like tree
Abandoned in the field
It withstands both the wind and storm
It is not afraid of anything
When the vicious wind is blowing sand into my eyes
So that I could not see the flashes of joy
A thick fog is suffocating my heart, senses, muscles
I slowly learn how weak I am
I am lost in the forest
And the storm is getting closer and closer
I am lost in the forest
And the storm is getting closer and closer
The clouds are fast and dark
And the storm rages in me too
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1:
Venku před Šatovkou
Fízli si hrají
Hrají si na válku
Všechno už mají
Stejnokroj s odznaky
Asi je na míru
Obušky, pistole
Hromady papírů
A bitva za bitvou
Tak to jde dokola
I když nejednou
Něčí hlas zavolá
R:
Zastavte válku
Maruška brečí
Dostala obuškem
Při vaší zteči
2:
Venku v St. Pauli
Hrají si plechovky
Maj věrnostní kartičky
Z německé zbrojovky
Vodní proud poráží
Koruny stromů
Podráží nohy těm
Co chtějí už domů
Některým na duši
A jiným do těla
Pálí znamení
Proč nikdo nevolá
R:
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1:
Outside of Satovka
The cops are playing
They are playing the soldiers
They already have everything
Uniforms with badges
Are probably custom made
Batons and guns
Piles of papers
And fight after fight
It's still the same
Although more than once
Somebody is shouting
R:
Stop the war
Mary is crying
She was hit by the baton
During your attack
2:
Outside at St. Pauli
The riot cops are playing
They have bonus cards
From german gun factory
The water takes down
The leaves from the trees
And shoots in the foot of those
Who just want to go home
To someones' souls
And to someones' bodys
It's burning a sign
Why nobody's shouting
R:
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Paprsky slunce
01:41
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Poutají jejich ruce okovy dnes a denně,
proti nim spojili se fízlové týhle země.
Falešná obvinění, cenzura psaní zvenčí,
volání zpoza stěn už asi neuslyší!
(Refrén:) Bojujte sestry, bratři se svobodou v srdcích.
Paprsky slunce uvidíte brzy!
Zavření v kriminále, snaží se doufat, stále.
Podle vás - lidské trosky, odpady společnosti.
Odmítli podřídit se státu a autoritě,
proto teď musí pykat a trpí stále více.
(Refrén:) Pár aut, no já se picnu!
Obviněn z terorismu!
Zadržen bez občanky,
prej byl moc militantní.
S hlavami rozbitými obušky,
pěstmi, kopy,
v antonech odváženi
dál a dál od svobody.
Refrén.
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1:
Their hands are tied
By chains day by day
Against them united
All the cops of this country
False accusations
Censored letters from outside
The calling from behind the walls
They will not hear
R:
So fight, sisters and brothers
With freedom in your hearts
You will see the sunlight very soon
2:
Closed in the jail
They are still trying to hope
For you they are just human trash
Trash of the society
They refused to obey
The state and the authority
That's why they are punished
And they suffer more and more
R:
3:
A few cars, fuck me
Accused of terrorism
Caught without an ID card
That's very militant!
With their heads smashed
By batons, fists and kicks
The police cars driving them
Away from freedom
R:
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GNWP (Loikaemie)
01:32
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Hakáč místo mozku, spousta blbejch keců
Mlátíte jen slabší a ideály kde jsou
Chcete bílé Čechy - počkejte si na sníh
Chcete bílé Čechy - nazi punk není žádnej punk
Náckové, fašouni - máme se bez vás skvěle
Hajlující pracky si strčte do prdele
Ještě k tomu s vámi není žádná sranda
Es gibt kein Recht auf Nazi-Propaganda!
Listen what we have to say: Good night white pride
Only what we have to say: Good night white pride
Good night, good night, good night, good night white pride
Good night, good night, good night, good night white pride
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Swastika instead of the brain
A lot of shitty talk
You are picking on the weaker
And where are your ideals?
You want white Czechia?
So wait for the snow
You want white Czechia?
Nazi punk is no punk!
Nazis, faschos,
We are doing great without you
You can put your heiling hands all the way to your ass
You are also no fun
Es gibt kein recht auf nazi propaganda!
Listen what we have to say
Good night white pride
Only what we have to say
Good night white pride!
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As any squatters fight to make their stand
And behind them every honest squatting men
In unity there's each other hand your friend becomes your brother
And in the tyrant's heart will be a lesson learned
Give them hope give them strength give them life
Like a candle burning in the black of night
We're all with you in our hearts and in our minds
And we'll pray for the squatters through the darkest times
I know that your hearts are made of a firmer kind
And a riot stick won't kill your peace of mind
You can fight with all the spirit that you possess
Because your fight is a struggle that is blessed
Give them hope give them strength give them life
Like a candle burning in the black of night
We're all with you in our hearts and in our minds
And we'll pray for the squatters through their darkest times
The tyrant has no smile upon his face
Cos he knows that in his minds he's in disgrace
The religion of union will take his breath away
Our turn will come and we will have our day
Give them hope give them strength give them life
Like a candle burning in the black of night
We're all with you in our hearts and in our minds
And we'll pray for the squatters through their darkest times
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La Plaza De Tetuan
01:22
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La plaza de tetuan:
Del día seis de febrero
Nos tenemos que acordar
Entramos los españoles
En la Plaza de Tetuán
La Plaza de Tánger la van a tomar
También han tomado la de Tetuán
En la Plaza de Tetuán
Hay un caballo de caña
Cuando el caballo relinche
Entrará el moro en España
La Plaza de Tánger la van a tomar
También han tomado la de Tetuán
Centinela, centinela
Centinela del serrallo
Alerta, alerta que vienen
Los moritos de a caballo
La Plaza de Tánger la van a tomar
También han tomado la de Tetuán
La Plaza de Tánger la van a tomar
También han tomado la de Tetuán
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