ΚΑΛΕΣ ΚΑΙ ΦΡΙΧΤΕΣ ΑΝΑΜΝΗΣΕΙΣ

ΑΠΟ ΤΙΣ ΠΡΟΣΩΠΙΚΕΣ ΕΡΩΤΙΚΕΣ  ΑΝΑΜΝΗΣΕΙΣ...



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...ΣΤΗ  ΜΝΗΜΗ ΠΟΥ ΚΟΥΒΑΛΑΕΙ ΤΟΣΟ ΑΝΘΡΩΠΙΝΟ ΠΟΝΟ ΑΠΟ ΤΙΣ ΜΕΡΕΣ ΚΑΙ ΤΑ  ΕΡΓΑ ΤΗΣ ΦΑΣΙΣΤΙΚΗΣ ΒΙΑΣ
The Memory (words & music: León Gieco; translation: Paula E. Kirman)
The elderly think of the past
The illusions through the years lost
Promises that slipped away
Wars and counting all the lives cost
All of this kept in the memory
Dreams of life and history
Deceitful, complicit in crimes
Of genocides, all those who fell
The monsters at blame for it all
Committed forever to hell
All of this kept in the memory
Dreams of life and history
The memories are wide awake
Even to those who are sleeping
All the hurt slips away
Free like the wind
The disappeared in Argentina
Where children search for their names
Hunger and longing together
An evil legacy of shame
All of this nailed to the memory
Puncturing life and history
As the troops use billions of dollars
Needed by schools, arts, and health
Were told theyre fighting for freedom
Not oil, gold, riches, or wealth
All of this nailed to the memory
Puncturing life and history
The memorys pierced till it bleeds
Into rivers through cities
Between shorelines and reeds
Free like the wind
Prejudice survives generations
Synagogues painted with hate
Stealing land from First Nations
Justice observes but is late
All of this hides in the memory
A refuge of life and history
Declared a security threat
With no charge or trial detained
Human rights are left behind
In prisons with torture and chains
All of this hides in the memory
A refuge of life and history
The memory bursts till it spreads
In the places its banished
Where they do not let it live
Free like the wind
Poisoning our own water
Selling our own sovereignty
All for some dirty oil
Needed by the military
All of this loaded in the memory
Arming the life and history
America whom we follow
Propping up puppet regimes
Making casualties of civilians
Losing our souls in their screams
All of this loaded in the memory
Arming the life and history
The memory aims for the kill
In the cities that keep it
From taking flight, against its will
Free like the wind
Free like the wind
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