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Open your house

Open, open your house
to come drink something
And sing some songs
Open, open your house
We put the sheriff in jail !
 
With me there is Fatso Muller
Who like only beer
And there is Little Billy
Who booze whisky
And too Pistol Joe
Who drink gazoline
And thre is me who doesn't drink
But who came for you
 
Open us your door or we'll gonna blow it up !
 
Open, open your house
to come drink something
And sing some songs
Open, open your house
We put the sheriff in jail !
 
With you we know there is
Chubby Lolita
And Lovelyface Suzy
Who plays drum
There is Pepita Vulcano
Who throw knifes
And I know there is you
Who loves only me
 
Open us your door or we'll gonna blow it up !
 
Open, open your house
to come drink something
And sing some songs
Open, open your house
We put the sheriff in jail !
 
Open, open, your house
we will not break anything, we are good guys
Open, open your house
We shaved ourselves and we smells good
 
Open, open houses
to come drink something
And sing some songs
open, open, houses
we don't want turn around anymore !
 
Open, open houses
to come drink something
And sing some songs
open, open, houses
we don't want turn around anymore !
 


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2020.10.31.

Rivkele the Sabbath Widow (Without Shabbath)

Rivkele without Sabbath is working in the factory,
Twisting threads together, fashioning a length of rope.
Alas the somber ghetto lasts too long
And, with a heavy heart, I feel so sorry for her lot.
 
Her devoted Herszele is gone, is no longer,
Since that Saturday, since that hour.
Rivkele is in mourning, crying day and night,
And now she sits at her spinning wheel, bemused in deep thought.
 
Where is my loved one? Is he alive somewhere?
Perhaps in a concentration camp, he works hard without rest.
How bleak it must be for him there
2020.10.31.

Fathers, Mothers, Children (Barricades)

Fathers, mothers, children, raising barricades,
Workers' battalions taking to the streets.
Father left home early, to the factory gone,
Won't be coming home to us any time too soon.
The kids know well the reason why father won't return,
He's taken to the streets today and brought along his gun.
Mother too is in the street, off to sell some apples,
Leaving orphaned in the kitchen all the pots and dishes.
Don't expect to eat, says Khanele to the boys,
Because Mother has gone to help Father...
 
2020.10.31.

Simply friends

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Always, as usual, each day is the same.
There's nothing to say: in front of people, it's like this.
We're simply friends, and nothing else.
 
But who really knows what happens between us two,
if we fake a goodbye when night arrives?
 
I would give everything to shout about our love,
to tell them that when the door closes, we can't hold back,
that we wake up holding each other, with the desire to keep loving each other.
But they really don't accept our love.
 
Always, with gazes we always give all of our love,
we talk without talking, everything is silence when we walk by.
We're simply friends, and nothing else.
 
But who really knows what happens between us two,
if we fake a goodbye when night arrives?
 
I would give everything to shout about our love,
to tell them that when the door closes, we can't hold back,
that we wake up holding each other, with the desire to keep loving each other.
But they really don't accept our love.
 
I would give everything to shout about our love,
to tell them that when the door closes, we can't hold back,
that we wake up holding each other, with the desire to keep loving each other.
But they really don't accept our love.
 
No, no, they don't accept our love.
No, no, they don't accept our love.
 
2020.10.31.

No answer

Come on, sing a sad song with me.
There is zero sense in it, but where can you find any sense?
It’s so gloomy in my apartment.
Just a creaking of the floor boards, but I’ve got used to it.
 
A candle stub in the bottleneck.
Lights and cigaret butts, a crackling of the LP,
I remember, you gave it to me.
You for sure forgot about it.
 
One of the nights you asked
Why instead of tomorrow today is yesterday.
There is no answer, I will say frankly:
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
 
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
 
Today - just I am
Today - just I am
Today - just I am
Today - just I am