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The GDP of Cluster Bombs

A child walks through a meadow and finds a new toy, brilliant yellow, with a tiny parachute. A gift from the sky. A gift from the arms producers. The child touches it and if he doesn’t die, he loses an arm, a leg, his sight. The gift is a ‘cluster bomblet’. A single bomblet contains from 200 to 600 mini explosives that cover an area as big as a football pitch. The bomblets are an historical inheritance from Adolph Hitler. He romantically called them “butterfly bombs”, and he unleashed them on Great Britain. Once Nazi-ism was defeated the bomblets stayed.

The United States used them without restraint in Vietnam. Russia has adopted them in Afghanistan and in Chechnya.According to humanitarian groups, Israel has distributed 4,000,000 bomblets in the Lebanon. 40% of which have not exploded. After the Normandy landing of our soldiers on Lebanon’s beaches I’ve no more news of them. Perhaps they are clearing mines. It’s the beautiful GDP, cluster bomblets are produced, sent out and cleared. The consortium of producing countries usually has the wisdom not to send them out on their own territory. According to Human Rights Watch in Iraq and in Kosovo, the bomblets have killed more civilians than any other weapon. According to  www.stopclustermunitions.org there are three types of bomblet State:

The many States that produce them

The few States that use them

The affected countries are always the same ones.

However, there is something that we can do. Ask the Italian Government to approve the draft law 374/97 relating to the banning of anti-personnel mines including cluster bombs. “Even though Italy has signed up to the Convention on anti-personnel weapons, it has not yet ratified protocol V on the unexploded bombs as the ratification legislation is blocked waiting for the opinions of the Defence Ministry and the Ministry of Productive Activities. Of the 10 States that ratified the Convention, only 23 have signed the additional protocol.” From www.peacelink.org.

Put your signature here to ban cluster bombs. 200,000 signatures are needed.

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Il Pil delle bombe a grappolo

Un bambino cammina in un prato e trova un nuovo giocattolo, giallo brillante, con un piccolo paracadute. Un regalo del cielo. Un dono dei produttori di armi. Lo tocca e, se non muore, perde un braccio, una gamba, la vista. Il dono è una ‘cluster bomblet’ o bomba a grappolo. Una singola bomblet contiene da 200 a 600 mini esplosivi che colpiscono un’area grande come un campo di calcio.
Le bomblet sono un’eredità storica di Adolf Hitler, lui le chiamava romanticamente “butterfly bomb”, bombe farfalla, e le sganciava sulla Gran Bretagna. Sconfitto il nazismo, rimasero le bomblet. Gli Stati Uniti le usarono senza risparmio in Vietnam, la Russia li ha adottati in Afghanistan e in Cecenia. Secondo i gruppi umanitari Israele ha seminato in Libano quattro milioni di bomblet, 40% inesplose. Dopo lo sbarco in Normandia dei nostri soldati sulle spiagge del Libano, non ho più loro notizie. Forse stanno sminando. E’ il Pil bellezza, le bombe a grappolo si producono, si lanciano, si sminano. Il consorzio dei Paesi produttori ha di solito l’accortezza di non lanciarle sul proprio territorio. In Iraq e in Kossovo per Human Rights Watch le bomblet hanno ucciso più civili di qualunque altra arma.
Secondo www.stopclustermunitions.org esistono tre tipi di Stati bomblet:

i produttori che sono tanti


i bombaroli che sono pochi


i bombardati che sono sempre gli stessi.


Noi però qualcosa possiamo fare. Chiedere al Governo italiano l’approvazione del disegno di legge 374/97 relativo alla messa al bando delle mine antipersona includendo le bombe a grappolo.
“L'Italia pur avendo aderito alla Convenzione sulle armi inumane, non ha ancora ratificato il protocollo V sugli ordigni inesplosi in quanto la legge di ratifica è rimasta bloccata in attesa dei pareri del Ministero della Difesa e del Ministero delle Attività Produttive. Dei 100 stati che hanno ratificato la Convenzione, soltanto 23 hanno firmato il protocollo aggiuntivo.” Da www.peacelink.org.
Firmate per la messa al bando delle cluster bomb. Ci vogliono solo 200.000 firme.

Well, those are the lyrics:

Caparezza - Io vengo dalla luna

Io vengo dalla Luna che il cielo vi attraversa, e trovo inopportuna la paura per una cultura diversa. Chi su di me riversa la sua follia perversa arriva al punto che quando mi vede sterza. Vuole mettermi sotto sto signorotto che si fa vanto del santo attaccato sul cruscotto, non ha capito che sono disposto a stare sotto, solamente quando fotto. "Torna al tuo paese, sei diverso!" - Impossibile, vengo dall'universo, la rotta ho perso, che vuoi che ti dica, tu sei nato qui perchè qui ti ha partorito una fica. In che saresti migliore? Fammi il favore, compare, qui non c'è affare che tu possa meritare. Sei confinato, ma nel tuo stato mentale, io sono lunatico e pratico dove cazzo mi pare. Io non sono nero, io non sono bianco, io non sono attivo, io non sono stanco, io non provengo da nazione alcuna, io si, io vengo dalla luna. Io non sono sano, io non sono pazzo, io non sono vero, io non sono falso, io non ti porto jella ne fortuna, io si, ti porto sulla luna, io vengo dalla luna... Ce l'hai con me perchè ti fotto il lavoro, perchè ti fotto la macchina o ti fotto la tipa sotto la luna? Cosa vuoi che sia, poi, non è colpa mia se la tua donna di cognome fa Pompilio come Numa. Dici che sono brutto, che puzzo come un ratto ma sei un coatto e soprattutto non sei Paul Newman. Non mi prende che di striscio la tua fiction, io piscio sul tuo show che fila liscio come il Truman. Ho nostalgia della mia luna leggera, ricordo una sera le stelle di una bandiera, ma era una speranza era, una frontiera era, la primavera di una nuova era era. "Stupido, ti riempiamo di ninnoli da subito in cambio del tuo stato libero di suddito" No, è una proposta inopportuna, tieniti la terra, uomo, io voglio la luna! Io non sono nero, io non sono bianco, io non sono attivo, io non sono stanco, io non provengo da nazione alcuna, io si, io vengo dalla luna. Io non sono sano, io non sono pazzo, io non sono vero, io non sono falso, io non ti porto jella ne fortuna, io si, ti porto sulla luna, io vengo dalla luna... Non è stato facile per me trovarmi qui, ospite inatteso, peso indesiderato, arreso, complici i satelliti che riflettono un benessere artificiale, luna sotto la quale parlare d'amore. Scaldati in casa davanti al tuo televisore, la verità nella tua mentalità è che la fiction sia meglio della vita reale, che invece è imprevedibile e non il frutto di qualcosa già scritto, su un libro che hai già letto tutto ma io, io, io no. Io, io, io... Io vengo dalla luna.

This is my (weird) translation!! I'm not good at it and the rhyme are lost in translation!

Caparezza - I come from the moon!

I came from the Moon that goes through your sky, and I find inopportune the fear for a different culture. Who pour on me his pervertet crazyness comes to the point that when he see me he steer. He want to put me under his car this lord proud of his holy man on his dashboard, but he didn't understand that I'm disposable to be under only when I fuck. "Return to your country, you're different!" It's impossible, I come frome universe, I've lost my course, what do you want me to say? You was born here because here a whore gives you birth. In what you're better than me? For god's bless, bro., there's no business you deserve. You're an internee, but in your own mind, I'm a looner and I do it wherever the hell I want. I'm not black, I'm not white, I'm not active, I'm not sick, I don't come from any country, yes, I come from the Moon. I'm not sane, I'm not mad, I'm not true, I'm not facked, I don't give you misfortune neither fortune, yes I, yes I bring you to the Moon, I come from the Moon....You are mad at me because I fuck your work, I fuck your car or I fuck your girk under the Moon? What do you want, it's not my fault if you woman's last name is Pompilio like Numa [well....you have to be a little into roman history to understand it! asherah]. I don't give a shit about your movie life, I piss on your show that goes straight like the Truman. I miss my light Moon, I remember a night with stars on a flag, it was only a wish, an edge, the down of a new era. "Dork, we bring you toys for your status of free subject" No, it's  an inopportune question, take care of your eart man, I want the Moon!! I'm not black, I'm not white, I'm not active, I'm not sick, I don't come from any country, yes, I come from the Moon. I'm not sane, I'm not mad, I'm not true, I'm not facked, I don't give you misfortune neither fortune, yes I, yes I bring you to the Moon, I come from the Moon....It was no easy for me being there, unwanted guest, unwanted weight, sorrended, accomplice the satellits that reflects that artificial wellness, a moon under talk to love. Keep your warmt at home behind your television, the truth in your mind is that movie are better than real life, that is impredictable and don't come from something already written, on a book you just read but I, I, I, no. I, I, I, come from the Moon! 

Due to Kerrang the man with most influence in music are:

1. Angus Young

2. Dave Grohl

3. Billie Joe Armstrong

And to this....nothing wrong....but...go on...

5. Kurt Cobain (and this is just something.........crazy!)
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7. Gerard Way (I don't wanna say a thing about that....hope you will understand my dismay at the end of the journal)
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9. Amy Lee (and where the fuck is Cristina Scabbia? 77th)
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14. Pete Wentz (?)
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27. Benji Madden (? influent? In what?)
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44. Courtney Love (ah ah ah ah ah ah)
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50. Bert McCraken (????eh????)

My dismay became bigger and bigger the more I went down this article.....I was searching for that big names......

Let's see where they are:

65. Sid Vicious ( a little ?)
68. Joey Ramone
70. Joe Strummer
76. John Lyndon (Rotten)
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Let's see
95. Gene Simmons (wish if someone in Kerrang knows who HE is!)


I wish how this was created? By face or by influence? Who's the most influent: the one with the cutest face or the one that brings something into music? Who come's first? Joey, Joe and John or Billie, Gerard and....the other? Kurt or Billie?
And I'm saying this while I'm a very big Green Day fan. But I think we have to be objective in life.
Some people did music history, someone is still working on it.
What do you think? Am I wrong?

THE WORLD KILLS ITS-SELF,

THE WORLD MURDERS ITS-SELF,

THE WORLD ENDS

 

In the spring of 1963, in the South Vietnam, in Hué, during a demonstration of protest against the Diem’s catholical government and against the prohinbition to celebrate the brith of Buddah, some people were killed, fights follewed in Saigon and, some buddist monk committed public sucide with fire. The first one sit down quietely in the lotus position and the flames ate him immediately.

Then the burned corpse was cremated, but the other monks found that his heart was safe, and it taken two cremation to bring it in ashes.

Other monks followed the first one, sitting down on a square, covering himself with gas and compostly giving fire.

The world was shocked and dismayed, it was looking at something umbelievable, unpredictable, incomprehensible, something mistical.

In “American Pastoral” Philip Roth makes the Sweden Levov say: “...as until she remember of the buddist monks. Sure in tis time Merry was only ten years old, maybe eleven, and in the years a billion things have happened, to her, to them, to the world. Even if after watching this she was scared for weeks, crying woken up by the images seen on the tv, speacking, this thing blocked her. And yet, when he remember her sitting down watching the monk drowning in flames, unprepared like the whole world for the images she was whatching, the Sweden is sure he find the reasons of what happened”. What happened is that after school Merry puts a bomb into the Old Rimrocks grocery store and killed the innocent Fred Conlon. What happened is that know Merry is the Rimrock’s Terrorist, due to the FBI.

In the night between the august 20^th and the 21 Breznev ordered the invasion of Czechoslovakia. They is dark days, the brief sping of Prague worryes Moscow. In Prague thousands citizens come down the streets agains russian’s tanks, free magazines and radio work in clandestinity. The utopia of a socialism with human face is erased. A group of young students chose an extreme protest. Jan Palach is 21 years old and he study philosophy. He kills himself with fire the january 16^th , at 3 pm, in St. Venceslav Square. He leave a letter: “...Considering that our nations are on the edge of desperation, we decided to express our protest this way. I had the onor to be the first, to be the first torch...”. Other 17 young boy and girl followed him.

 

“When There’s No Future How Can There Be Sin?”. The Sex Pistols where scraming it in the ’77. A crucial year, the Annus Horribilis.

“We are the future, no future, no future for you”. If  we refuse to go on, there will be no future, and there couldn’t be any sin.

 

Jeffrey Eugenides wrote “The Virgin Suicides”, the story of five sisters, bringed up in the most extreme catholic way in a little US town in the 70’s. On the same year all the five Lisbon sisters: Cecilia, Lux, Bonnie, Mary and Therese killed herself. Without a reason why. The year was opened by the youngest, Cecilia, only 13 years old. They found her in the bathroom, with an icon of the Holy Mary in the hand. When there’s no future, how can there be sin?

 

Suzy Gonzales, 19 years old, she was a brilliant study at Red Bluff College in Tallahassee, her future was bright in the Florida State University. Suzy described herself neither ugly neither fat. In the morning on march 23th of 2001, after cleaning up his room and after giving food to the cat, Suzy lock herself in a motel room, control the ph’s acidity in the glass and drik it all. In her diary the day before she wrote “Today I’m fine. The sun is shining, the air is warm. It may seem the day to lay under the sun. Tomorrow I’ll commit suicide”. A few minutes after midnight of the 22th Suzy send the last e.mail to the mailing list she was in, in the subject she wrote “Goodnight” and then “Goodbye, we’ll meet on the other side”. Suzy Gonzales’ suicide is the 14^th from an online association. Founded in the 1990 this group spread suicide as a civil right.

In “Cosmopolis” Don de Lillo makes the main character Eric thought: He lay down without a move, forcing to spell the word to put the lights down. Nothing was around him. There was only the noise in his head, his mind in time. He’d die but he will never end. The world will end”.

Wafa Idris makes her blast the january 21th 2002 in Jerusalem. In the morning Wafa fight with her mother Wasfiyeh: she asked her to woke her up early, at five am, but the old woman was tired and fell asleep. Wafa went into Jaffa Street in West Jerusalem. She had to pass to Israelian check point to get here. She did. She did and she makes her blast into the crowd to the bus stop. Wafa is the first woman that die like a man. Wasfiyeh is tired. She told her once: “You will not die, mom”. Here the mothers don’t die, here are the sons and the daughters that die. Here the mothers are orphan of the sons.

Moura Shalub on febraury 25^th attacks with a knife an Israelian check point, she was killed, she was 16 years old. Darin Abu Aishe killed herself blasting in Maccabin, she killed tree Israelians, she was 21 years old. Aayat al Akhas makes her blast in a market in Jerusalem, she killed two Israelians, she was 15 years old. The best palestinian young die this way, blasting in the streets, killing innocents.

 

The world ends, there is no future. The world is on the edge on despair. There is no future and there is no sin. Where is hope? The world commit suicide, the world kills its-self. It doesn’t wait for the Apocalypse.

 

THE WORLD KILLS ITS-SELF,

THE WORLD ENDS

WITHOUT FUTURE,

WITHOUT SIN

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This is not written by me. This was an article I copy on my diary but I can’t remember where I found it.

As Wicked

Rancid

I saw an old man on the street
he was in a dumpster lookin' for somethin' to eat
he moved so slow like a dyin' dream
like a machinist who got caught in the machine

I saw this lady and she was cryin'
she said it's hard when someone you love is dyin'
I saw this kid who was about 5 years old
he was in the park all alone he was cold

there's something coming around
as wicked as it may seem
as wicked as anything could be

I know this girl she's barely alive
she's all haggard she's only twenty-five
she said she never had a friend before
I said "hey girl I'll be your friend but who's keepin' score"
I sawthis other little girl on the phone
her mother comforts her from far from home
the little girl was very hesitant
her best friend lie dead on the pavement

I always end up back on the hill
lookin' down at the landfill
I always go there when I can
my friend Marty said Tim you're a lucky man

 

About the song meaning thing....I don't know if this song is really going to catch the meaning of what I'm going to say in this journal. Maybe because I still don't know what the hell I'm going to write here. I'm just bored, sitting here in front of the screen and thinking......"I have to tell them what happened to me....and maybe I'd start with this fact that happened two days ago........".

The point is that this fact is like the metaphor of my whole (short) life.

What happened is that:

It was like 7 pm and I was going home, I was back from a very long and stressing day at university. And I was near home and I was already thinking about my dinner (it was the 8th march) with friends and singing "Miss Murder" from AFI. Then it happened: one little white cat crossed the street just in front of my car, I slowed down the car and he passed ower safely but...another cat was coming, and I couldn't do anythink for him...I just saw the shadow and...crack! "Oh fly!" I thought "I've killed him!!". I immediately stopped the car and run to this cat for seeing if he was still alive or if I could do something....Just dead.

So i sat down on the ground beside the cat, crying for it because in my life I never killed a living creature (maybe some ants but...). And then the first white cat returned back and lie with me beside the dead cat, he was trying to wake him up, then licking him, and then just lie beside him. The cars was passing by on the street but I didn't really care about them and I couldn't prove my self to leave the dead cat. Like I was touching him and caressing, my brains running fast over this thing that I killed the cat.

But, after some time another cat came beside us....went around a bit and then...he tryed to fuck the white cat. "Hell!" I said, my mind woke up, because "Life goes on" This white cat crossed the street first, crossed the street quikly, and he (or I have to say she) will survive.

This is life, shit happens. And dead is in our lives everyday, we couldn't stop carry on, whatever it happens. I tested this shit so many times and get up so many times. But I went down for a cat. I never cryed befor for a dead, I didn't cry for my mother, my grandparents, my friends....I cryed for a cat! That's life, you can't know when depression will come on you, you only have to be ready for it, and strong, because everything pass by and....there will always be another cat that wants a fuck!!! 

Italiano - i poveri vanno alla guerra, a combattere e morire per i capricci, le ricchezze e il superfluo di altri
Aragonese - os probes ban a ra guerra a luitar y morir por os conzietos, a riqueza y as cosas superfluas d'atros
Basco - pobreak gerrara joaten dira beste batzuen apetak, aberastasuna eta txikikeriak defendatzeko borrokatzera eta hiltzera
Bolognese - i puvrétt i van ala guèra a cunbâter e a murîr pr i dsnómm, i bajûc e al såurapió ed chi èter
Bretone - ar beorien a ya d'ar brezel a-benn emgann, ha mervel, evit froudennoù, pinvidigezh ha divoderezh ar re all
Catalano - els pobres van a la guerra, a lluitar i morir pels capricis, les riqueses i les foteses dels altres
Croato - siromašni idu u rat da se bore i umiru zbog ćudljivosti, bogatstva i suviška u drugih
Danese - de fattige går i krig for at kæmpe og død for andres luner, rigdom og overflødige ting.
Esperanto - malriĉuloj iras al milito por batali kaj morti pro la kapricoj, abundeco kaj eksceso de aliuloj
Estone - vaesed lähevad sõtta, et võidelda ja surra teiste tujude ajel, rikkuse ja külluse nimel
Francese - les pauvres vont à la guerre, combattre et mourir pour les caprices, les richesses et le superflu des autres
Friulano - i puars a' van in vuere, a combati e a morî par i capriç, lis ricjecis e il superflui di atris
Galiziano - os pobre van á guerra para morrer polos caprichos, os excesos e os excesos de outros
Gallese - â'r tlodion i ryfel i ymladd, a marw, dros chwiwiau, cyfoeth a gormodedd pobl eraill
Genovese - i pövei van in guæra à scombatte e à moî pe-i capriçi, e ricchesse e o sovercio di ätri
Giudeo Spagnolo - los povres van a la gerra a luchar i morir por los kaprichos, la rikeza i la demaziya de otros
Griko Salentino - i attechì pane sin guerra, na polemìsune ce na 'pesànune ja' tus kaprìcciu, ta krusàfia ce to decchiùi tos addhò
Inglese - the poor go to war to fight and die for the whims, wealth and excesses of others
Italiano - i poveri vanno alla guerra, a combattere e morire per i capricci, le ricchezze e il superfluo di altri
Latino - pauperes in bellum eunt, ad pugnandum et moriendum pro libidinibus, divitiis et superfluis rebus aliorum
Latvian - trūcīgie dodas karā, lai cīnītos un mirtu citu cilvēku iegribu, bagātības un greznības dēļ
Leonese - el probe va a la gerra a lluchar y morrere pulos caprichos, la riqueza y lu supérfluu d'outros
Mantovano - i povret i va in guera, a conbatar e a morar par le mòche, i besi e al di püsè da chi altar
Modenese - i puvràtt i vân a la guêra a cumbatêr e a cherpêr per i caprèz, la pèla e al deppiò 'd'chi êter
Napoletano - 'e povere vanno â uerra, a cumbattere e murì p' 'e sfizzie, p' 'e rricchezze e 'o p' 'o supierchio 'e ll'ate
Olandese - de armen trekken ten oorlog om te strijden en te sterven voor de grillen, het geld, en overige overbodigheden van anderen
Papiamento - e pobernan ta bai guera pa lucha i muri debí na e kaprichonan, rikesa i eksesonan di otronan
Polacco - biedni idą na wojnę by walczyć i umierać za kaprysy, bogactwa i zbytek innych
Portoghese - os pobres vão à guerra para lutar e morrer pelos caprichos, a riqueza e os excessos dos outros
Portoghese Brasiliano - os pobres vão à guerra para lutar e morrer pelos caprichos, a riqueza e os excessos dos outros
Romano - li poveri vanno a fa´ la guera, a combatte´ e mori´ pe li capricci, la ricchezza e le cose superflue dell´ antri
Spagnolo - los pobres van a la guerra a luchar y morir por los caprichos, la riqueza y las cosas superfluas de otros
Tedesco - die Armen ziehen in den Krieg um zu kämpfen und zu sterben für die Launen, den Reichtum und den Überfluss der Anderen
Umbro-Sabino - ri puritti vuò a ra guera a cumbatte e murì pe' re tigne, ra sazza e ru sciupo de j'atri
Ungherese - a szegények mennek háborúba, hogy a többiek szeszélyeiért, gazdagságáért és mértéktelenségéért harcoljanak és adják életüket
Veneziano - i poariti i va far ła guera par conbàtar e morir drio i caprici, łe richézse e i vizsi de altri

«Io ho voluto bene al pubblico italiano e gli ho dedicato inutilmente cinque anni della mia vita. Faccio questo non perché sono stanco della vita (tutt'altro) ma come atto di protesta contro un pubblico che manda "Io tu e le rose" in finale e una commissione che seleziona "La rivoluzione". Spero che serva a chiarire le idee a qualcuno. Ciao. Luigi.»

"I loved the italian fans and I dedicate to them five years of my life for nothing. I'm going to do this not because I'm sick of life but as a protest against a public that chose "Io tu e le rose" for the final show and against a critic that select "La rivoluzione". I hope it works for make someone ideas clear. Ciao, Luigi"


Luigi Tenco was a man against, against the italian music scene at the end of 60's. Luigi Tenco was a man against empty music, against the people who whant music being far from reality, against singer that makes song talking about love, roses and kisses. He wanted to talk with theyr songs, to speack to souls and cosciences. In his songs he puts reality, he puts real problems, real lifes.
Somebody wanted him to sing at the Sanremo's Festival, the houses of everything that's empty and faked. And he was rejected by critics and public. And he killed himself just the night of the final show, against empty minds.
This is my little celebration of him, I think that in his way he was punk, as I think punk means making music that talks of something real, and give all your life for being real, always! He was like this, he wanted Italy face reality, the many problems of the society of the after war period, the new young movements. But Italy wasn't ready yet, and maybe it'll never be ready.
Italy likes emptyness and the Italian music shows that very well!

Paul Léautaud

Francese - l'amour fait des fous, le mariage des cocus, le patriotisme des imbéciles malfaisants
Aragonese - l'aimor nos torna en barrenatos, o matrimonio en cornutos y o patriotismo en unos fatos dañosos
Basco - maitasunak zoro egiten gaitu; ezkontzak adardun; patriotismoak, berriz, ergel gaizkile
Bolognese - l amåur al fà di mât, al matrimòni di bécc, al patriotîSum di ignurantâz catîv
Bretone - ar garantez a ra sodien, an dimeziñ a ra doganed, ar garantez-vro a ra imbisiled kriz
Catalano - l'amor ens torna bojos, el matrimoni cornuts i el patriotisme idiotes malvats
Croato - ljubav nas učini ludima, ženidba rogonjama, a patriotizam divljim budalama
Danese - kærligheden gør os sindssyge, ægteskabet til hanrejer og patriotismen til grusomme idioter
Esperanto - enamiĝeco igas frenezulojn, geedzeco kokritojn, patriotismo malbonfartajn stultulojn
Estone - armastus teeb narriks, abielu sarvekandjaks, patriotism - pahatahtlikuks lolliks
Finlandese - rakkaus tekee hulluksi, avioliitto petetyksi, patriotismi julmaksi typerykseksi
Francese - l'amour fait des fous, le mariage des cocus, le patriotisme des imbéciles malfaisants
Friulano - l'amôr rint mats, il matrimoni bec, il patriotisim basoâl malin
Gallese - mae cariad yn gwneud hurtod, mae priodas yn gwneud cwcwalltiaid, mae gwladgarwch yn gwneud gwirioniaid creulon
Genovese - l'amô o fa vegnî matti, o maiezzo o fa vegnî becchi, o patriottìximo nesci e grammi
Giudeo Spagnolo - el amor mos troka en lokos, el matrimonio en kornudos i el patriotizmo en unos torpes malazedores
Griko Salentino - i agàpi mas kanni pàcci, i armasìa me ta cèrata, o patriottismo scemi kakì
Inglese - love makes us crazy, marriage cuckolds and patriotism cruel imbeciles
Italiano - l'amore rende folli, il matrimonio cornuti, il patriottismo imbecilli malvagi
Latino - amor homines stultos facit, matrimonium circumscriptos, amor patriae malos stolidos
Latvian - mīlestība mūs padara trakus, laulība – par ragnešiem, bet patriotisms – par cietsirdīgiem idiotiem
Leonese - l'amor torna alloriaos, el matrimonñu cornudos y el patrotismu imbéciles malvaos
Modenese - l'amôr al fà dvintêr mât, al matrimôni cornû, al patriottîsem d'imbezèl impestê
Napoletano - ll'ammore renne pazze, 'o matremmonio curnute, 'o patriuttismo nzallanute e carugnune
Olandese - de liefde maakt dwazen, het huwelijk bedrogenen, het patriotisme kwaadaardige imbecielen
Papiamento - amor ta hasi nos loko, matrimonio kabron i patriotismo idiot kruel
Polacco - miłość czyni z nas wariatów, małżeństwo - rogaczy, a patriotyzm - okrutnych idiotów
Portoghese - o amor faz loucos, o casamento cornudos e o patriotismo idiotas malvados
Portoghese Brasiliano - o amor nos faz loucos, o casamento cornos e o patriotismo idiotas cruéis
Romano - l´amore fa´ diventa´ matti, er matrimonio cornuti, er patriottismo imbecilli servaggi
Spagnolo - el amor nos convierte en locos, el matrimonio en cornudos y el patriotismo en unos idiotas malvados
Tedesco - die Liebe macht dumm, die Ehe gehörnt, und der Patriotismus gebiert misshandelnde Idioten
Umbro-Sabino - l'amure ce fa sciurni, ru matremoniu curnuti, ru patriuttismu intuntiti marfattori
Ungherese - a szerelem őrültet, a házasság felszarvazottat, a patriótizmus pedig kegyetlen ostobát csinál belőlünk
Veneziano - l'amor el ne fa vegner mati, el matrimonio el fa vegner bichi e 'l patriotismo mone cativi

I really love that song!! Even if it's so far from my regular music tastes!


Comme si j'n'existais pas 
Elle est passee a cote de moi
Sans un regard, Reine de Sabbat
J'ai dit, Aicha, prends, tout est pour toi

Voici, les perles, les bijoux
Aussi, l'or autour de ton cou
Les fruits, bien murs au gout de miel
Ma vie, Aicha si tu m'aimes

J'irai a ton souffle nous mene
Dans les pays d'ivoire et d'ebene
J'effacerai tes larmes, tes peines
Rien n'est trop beau pour une si belle

Oooh ! Aicha, Aicha, ecoute-moi
Aicha, Aicha, t'en vas pas
Aicha, Aicha, regarde-moi
Aicha, Aicha, reponds-moi

Je dirai les mots des poemes
Je jouerai les musiques du ciel
Je prendrai les rayons du soleil
Pour eclairer tes yeux de reine

Oooh ! Aicha, Aicha, ecoute-moi
Aicha, Aicha, t'en vas pas

Elle a dit, garde tes tresors
Moi, je vaux mieux que tout ca
Des barreaux forts, des barreaux meme en or
Je veux les memes droits que toi
Et du respect pour chaque jour
Moi je ne veux que de l'amour

Aaaah !
Comme si j'n'existais pas
Elle est passee a cote de moi
Sans un regard, Reine de Sabbat
J'ai dit, Aicha, prends, tout est pour toi

Nbrik Aicha ou nmout allik [Je te veux Aicha et je meurs pour toi]
'Hhadi kisat hayaty oua habbi [Ceci est l'histoire de ma vie et de mon
amour]
Inti omri oua inti hayati [Tu es ma respiration et ma vie]
Tmanit niich maake ghir inti [J'ai envie de vivre avec toi et rien
qu'avec toi]

Lalala....lalala...