Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Revolution Will Not Be Televised ((aka Your Revolution (DJ Vadim ft. Sarah Jones) - 1999)) Composer(s): Gil Scott-Heron First release by: Gil Scott-Heron - 1970
You will not be able to stay home, brother You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip Skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal The revolution will not get rid of the nubs The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts The revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the proper occasion
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day The revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back after a message bout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl The revolution will not go better with Coke The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath The revolution will put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised will not be televised, will not be televised The revolution will be no re-run brothers The revolution will be live
Clash City Rockers
Composer(s): Topper Headon - Paul Simonon - Joe Strummer - Michael Geoffrey Jones
First release by: The Clash - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
You see the rate they come down the escalator Now listen to the tube train accelerator Then you realise that you got to have a purpose Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later
So don't complain about your useless employment Jack it in forever tonight Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it Think of all the money you've got
An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes You won't succeed unless you try
You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers Rock rock Clash city rockers
Rescue Me Composer(s): Madonna; Shep Pettibone Performer(s): Madonna
I'm talking, I'm talking I believe in the power of love I'm singing, I'm singing I believe that you can rescue me
With you I'm not a little girl, with you I'm not a man When all the hurt inside of me comes out, you understand You see that I'm ferocious, you see that I am weak You see that I am silly, and pretentious and a freak
But I don't feel too strange for you Don't know exactly what you do I think when love is pure you try To understand the reasons why And I prefer this mystery It cancels out my misery And gives me hope that there could be A person that loves me
Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe) Your love has given me hope Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe) I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope
With you I'm not a fascist, can't play you like a toy And when I need to dominate, you're not my little boy You see that I am hungry for a life of understanding And you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding You bring me to my knees while I'm scratching out the eyes Of a world I want to conquer, and deliver, and despise And right while I am kneeling there I suddenly begin to care And understand that there could be A person that loves me
Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe) Your love has given me hope Rescue me (rescue me, it's hard to believe) I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope
Love is understanding It's hard to believe life can be so demanding I'm sending out an S.O.S. Stop me from drowning baby I'll do the rest
Rescue me Your love has given me hope (your love has given me hope) Rescue me I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope (baby throw out your rope) Rescue me Your love has given me hope (your love has given me hope) Rescue me I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope (baby throw out your rope)
Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, love is understanding Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, love is understanding
Love is understanding It's hard to believe life can be so demanding I'm sending out an S.O.S. Rescue me, rescue me
It's not my business to decide How good you are for me How valuable you are And what the world can see Only that you try to understand me And have the courage to love me for me
(I believe in the power, I believe you can rescue me)
I believe (I believe in the power) I believe that you can rescue me I believe (I believe in the power) I believe that you can rescue me
I'm singing I believe I believe that you can rescue me I'm singing, I'm singing, I'm singing I believe that you can rescue me
I'm talking, I'm talking I believe in the power of love I'm talking, I'm talking I believe in the power of love
I'm singing, I'm singing, I believe I believe that you can rescue me
Hey hey, hey hey R.E.S.C.U.E. me Only you can rescue me Hey hey, hey... (I believe you can rescue me) (I believe in the power) (I believe you can rescue me)
The Young New Mexican Puppeteer Composer(s): Leon Carr - Earl Shuman First release by: Tom Jones - 1972
In a town near Albequerqe Lived a most concerned young boy He said lately I have noticed Folks don't live with peace and joy
With frowns and worry on their faces They're lost and don't know where to go He said I'll get the people straightened By putting on a puppet show
The young New Mexican puppeteer He saw the people all lived in fear He thought that maybe they'd listen to A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood He did some carving and he was good And folks came running so they could hear The young New Mexican puppeteer
First he carved out young Abe Lincoln Abe will teach 'em civil rights Then a king named Martin Luther So they'd recall his peacefull fight
Old Mark Twain, his wit and wisdom Will surely show them life is fun But he smiled with satisfaction When the prince of peace was done
The young New Mexican puppeteer He saw the people all lived in fear He thought that maybe they'd listen to A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood He did some carving and he was good And folks came running so they could hear The young New Mexican puppeteer
Now his puppet shows were clever And he made the people laugh When he got across the message To walk along lifes open path
They built him his own puppet theatre Decked out with spotlights yellow and red And then they wrote him up in all the papers And this is what the story said
It said...
The young New Mexican puppeteer He saw the people all lived in fear He thought that maybe they would listen to A puppet telling them what to do
You know he got some string and he got some wood He did some carving and he was good And folks came running so they could hear The young New Mexican puppeteer
Rescue Me Composer(s): Raynard Miner; Carl Smith Performer(s): Fontella Bass
Verse 1:
Rescue me Take me in your arms Rescue me I want your tender charm 'Cause I'm lonely And I'm blue I need you And your love too Come on and rescue me
Chorus 1:
Come on, baby, and rescue me Come on, baby, and rescue me 'Cause I need you by my side Can't you see that I'm lonely
Verse 2:
Rescue me Come on and take my heart Take your love and conquer every part 'Cause I'm lonely And I'm blue I need you And your love too Come on and rescue me
[repeat chorus 1]
[repeat intro]
[repeat verse 1]
Chorus 2:
(Come on baby) Take me baby (take me baby) Hold me baby (hold me baby) Love me baby (love me baby) Can't you see I need you baby Can't you see that I'm lonely
Chorus 3:
Rescue me Come on and take my hand C'mon, baby and be my man 'Cause I love you 'Cause I want you Can't you see that I'm lonely
Chorus 4:
Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm) Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm) Take me baby (take me baby) Love me baby (love me baby) Need me baby (need me baby) Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm) Can't you see that I'm lonely
The Return Of The Red Baron Performer(s): The Royal Guardsmen
(plane crash, laughing and "Der curse little klinehund Snoopy") You remember that baron flying high in the sky When Snoopy shot him down with a gleam in his eye But that baron had leaped from his blood-red plane Just before it burst into a ball of flame Snoopy circled back to check his kill Saw the bloody red baron standing high on a hill Then he swooped down low Shouted "Curse you red baron!" The German shook his fist you could hear him swear "Ach der lieber!" Hey watch out little Snoopy You're really in a mess You thought you were through with the bloody red baron But it looks like he's not down yet Then a cry went up all over the land The bloody red baron would strike again But brave little Snoopy said "Never fear" As he headed for his plane all the people cheered (Yeeaaaahhhh!) Hey watch out little Snoopy You're really in a mess You thought you were through with the bloody red baron But it looks like he's not down yet Snoopy blazed a trail straight across the sea Searching in vain for his enemy Then he found that German trying to fix his plane A-sweatin' and a-cussin' about to go insane Take it
Snoopy landed for a pistol duel The baron was worried Snoopy was cool He fired a shot and missed Started to run Before Snoopy had a chance to raise his gun Hey watch out red baron Snoopy is on your trail One of these days he's gonna make you pay And you'll go straight to Well watch out red baron Snoopy is on your trail One of these days he's gonna make you pay And you'll go straight to Well watch out red baron...
Clarabella
Composer(s): Frank Pingatore
First recording/First release by: The Jodimars - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Well, I got a baby... crazy for me Yeah, I got a baby... won't let me be Woh, baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh Well, she needs no coachin' on makin' love All she needs is the stars up above Woh, baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh Ahh! Woo hoo Well now, Clarabella. You're my honey, Clarabella Ooh yeah now, Clarabella I said you're my baby Clarabella Yeah, Clarabella, baby Wo wo, yeah yeh Well, she's got no time for a dungeries Already knows her ABC's Woh, baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, Clarabella Baby baby, wo wo, yeah yeh Ahh ow! Woo Well now, Clarabella Yeah. You're my honey, Clarabella Woo ooh- You're my baby, Clarabella You're my honey, Clarabella Yeah, Clarabella, baby Wo wo, yeah heh yeah, oh yeah
Requiem Pour Un Twister Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Dites-moi avez vous connu Charlie? Le contraire m'eût étonné Il n'est pas une boîte qu'il n'ait fréquentée Quel noceur! Requiem pour un twister
Dites-moi l'avez-vous connu à jeun? Le contraire m'eût étonné Il n'est pas soir qu'il ne fût bourré Quel farceur! Requiem pour un twister
Dites-moi étiez vous amoureuse de lui? Le contraire m'eût étonné Il n'est pas une femme qui lui ait résisté Quel tombeur! Requiem pour un twister
Dites-moi tout ça n'pouvait pas durer Le contraire m'eût étonné Je crois quant à moi que c'est le cur qui a lâché Quelle horreur! Requiem pour un twister
The Return Of Abdul Abulbul Amir Composer(s): Frank Crumit Performer(s): Frank Crumit
By the sea of Sargossa I wandered one night The moon it was shining quite clear For no reason at all I heard someone call For Abdul Abulbul Amir
Now Abdul Abulbul I knew to be dead The story had spread near and far How he lost his life while plunging his knife Into Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
While I pondered the moonbeams descended quite low Casting shadows suffusely, and then I discovered that I was standing close by The tombs of those two famous men
Then in the tombs shadows there rose from a grave The form of a Russian Hussar And my skin nearly peeled, as he stood there revealed It was Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
'Twas he who was calling, I hardly dared breathe My heart 'most stopped beating from fear When out of a grave, in need of a shave Arose Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Well, wouldst speak with me Ivan?", quoth Abdul quite low "I wouldst", replied Ivan quite clear "That quarrel we had, 'twas all to the bad Friend Abdul Abulbul Amir"
"I've lain here for ages with that on my mind And that's why I called you tonight" "Well, I'm in the same state", quoth Abdul the great "Twas foolish for we two to fight"
"Oh friend, thou art blameless", cried Ivan in haste "The fault lies in my hands alone" But Abdul said "Nay, 'twas never that way The fault was no one's but mine own"
"Well, dost think I'm a coward?", quoth Ivan Skavar "Step forth and I'll slice off thine ear" "Oh, son of a cat, you'll never do that" Quoth Abdul Abulbul Amir
So once more they battled and fought as before The multitudes came from afar And lauded with cheers these bold buccaneers This Turk, and this Russian Hussar
The ghost of the Czar on a fiery black steed Came rushing to witness the fray While the Sultan sat there in his royal gold chair It was just like a scene from a play
'Twas just at that moment each sword found its mark And I heard a blood-curdling scream I opened my eyes and to my surprise I found it was only a dream
Every time in the world someone receives first aid
You can thank Clara Barton for the life that is saved
She lived out her life in a world ruled by men
Every time they knocked her down she got back up again
Clara Barton
Civil war veterans with tears in their eyes
Told how she braved the battle just to save their lives
She never ran from the shot and the shell
Bringing aid and comfort in the midst of hell
And even then at the war's very end
When the prisoners were lost and without friends
She helped families to find those that they loved
A professional angel sent from up above
Thank the lord for Clara Barton and long live her name
The American Red Cross is her claim to fame
When you see a Red Cross worker in a time of flood or war
Take a moment to remember... and thank the lord... for Clara Barton!
Rosas En El Mar Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute; and various other artists
Voy buscando un amor que quiera comprender la alegría y el dolor la ira y el placer un bello amor sin un final que olvidé para perdonar es más fácil encontrar rosas en el mar
Rosas en el mar
Voy buscando la razón de tanta falsedad La mentira es obsesión y falsa la verdad Qué ganarán, qué perderán si todo esto pasará es más fácil encontrar rosas en el mar
Rosas en el mar
Voy pidiendo libertad y no quería oír Es una necesidad para poder vivir La libertad, la libertad derecho de la humanidad Es más fácil encontrar rosas en el mar
Requiem Pour Un Fou Composer(s): Gérard Layani; Giles Thibaut Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Lara Fabian
Je vous préviens n'approchez pas Que vous soyez flic ou badaud Je tue celui qui fait un pas Je ne ferai pas de cadeau Éteignez tous vos projecteurs Et baissez vos fusils braqués Non, je ne vais pas m'envoler sans elle
Dites au curé, dites au pasteur Qu'ailleurs ils aillent se faire pendre Le diable est passé de bonne heure Et mon âme n'est plus à vendre Si vous me laissez cette nuit À l'aube je vous donnerai ma vie À quoi me servirait ma vie sans elle
Je n'étais qu'un fou mais par amour Elle a fait de moi un fou, un fou d'amour Mon ciel s'était ses yeux, sa bouche Ma vie s'était son corps, son corps Je l'aimais tant que pour la garder je l'ai tuée Pour qu'un grand amour vive toujours Il faut qu'il meure qu'il meure d'amour
Le jour se lève la nuit pâlit Les chasseurs et les chiens ont faim C'est l'heure de sonner l'hallali La bête doit mourir ce matin Je vais ouvrir grand les volets Crevez-moi le cur je suis prêt Je veux m'endormir pour toujours près d'elle
Je n'étais qu'un fou mais par amour Elle a fait de moi un fou, un fou d'amour Mon ciel s'était ses yeux, sa bouche Ma vie s'était son corps, son corps Je l'aimais tant que pour la garder je l'ai tuée Je ne suis qu'un fou, un fou d'amour Un pauvre fou qui meurt Qui meurt d'amour
Relay Composer(s): Pete Townshend First release by: The Who - 1972
You can hear it in the street See it in the dragging feet The word is getting out about control Spies they're come and gone The story travels on The only quiet place is inside your soul
From tree to tree From you to me Travelling twice as fast as on any freeway Ev'ry single dream Is wrapped up in the scheme They all get carried on the relay
"Pass it on"
Someone disapproves Of what you say or do I was asked to see what I could learn you Don't believe your eyes They're seeing only lies What is done in the first place don't concern you
From tree to tree...
Relay, things are brewing Relay, something's doin' Relay, it's a revolution Relay, relay Hand me down a solution!
Clara Composer(s): Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Carnaval à Rio Tu peux toujours danser Carnaval à Rio Tu n'y peux rien changer Je suis mort à Paris Il y a longtemps déjà Il y a longtemps d'ennui Il y a longtemps de toi
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Carnaval à Rio Tu peux toujours chanter Carnaval à Rio Tu n'y peux rien changer Je suis mort à Paris Tombé au champ d'amour Pour un prénom de fille Qui m'avait dit toujours
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Carnaval à Rio Tu peux toujours tourner Carnaval à Rio Tu n'y peux rien changer Je suis mort à Paris De m'être trop trompé De m'être trop meurtri De m'être trop donné
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Carnaval à Rio Tu peux me bousculer Carnaval à Rio Tu n'y peux rien changer Je suis mort à Paris Fusillé par une fleur Au poteau de son lit De douze rires dans le cur
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Carnaval à Rio Tu peux toujours crier Carnaval à Rio Tu n'y peux rien changer Je suis mort à Paris Il y a mille soirs Il y a mille nuits Il n'y a plus d'espoir
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Carnaval à Rio Tu peux bien me saouler Carnaval à Rio Tu n'y peux rien changer Je suis mort à Paris A Paris que j'enterre Et depuis mille nuits Dans le fond de mon verre
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Carnaval à Rio Tu peux carnavaler Carnaval à Rio Tu n'y peux rien changer Je suis mort à Paris Que la mort me console La mort est par ici La mort est espagnole
Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant Je t'aimais tant, Clara Je t'aimais tant
Requiem Pour Un Con Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Écoute les orgues Elles jouent pour toi Il est terrible cet air-là J'espère que tu aimes C'est assez beau non C'est le requiem pour un con
Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi À ta mémoire de scélérat C'est un joli thème Tu ne trouves pas, non Semblable à toi-même Pauvre con
Voici les orgues Qui remettent ça Faut qu't'apprennes par cur cet air-là Que tu n'aies pas même Une hésitation Sur le requiem pour un con
Quoi tu me regardes Tu n'apprécies pas Mais qu'est-ce qu'y a là-dedans Qui t'plaît pas Pour moi c'est idem Que ça t'plaise ou non J'te l'rejoue quand même Pauvre con
Écoute les orgues Elles jouent pour toi Il est terrible cet air-là J'espère que tu aimes C'est assez beau non C'est le requiem pour un con Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi À ta mémoire de scélérat Sur ta figure blême Aux murs des prisons J'inscrirai moi-même: «Pauvre con»
We Say Yeah! ((French Version: Dis-Moi Oui (Johnny Hallyday) - 1963)) Composer(s): Peter Gormley - Bruce Welch - Hank Marvin First release by: Cliff Richard and The Shadows - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
Mummy says no Daddy says no Brother says no But they all got to go
'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah)
If we didn't go ahead And thought of all they said Might as well give up, man We might as well be dead
'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah)
Now we're moving to the front, baby We'll sing another song The older ones, they taught us They're all dead and gone
'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah)
We'll aim for the sky And keep on shooting high Forget about those problems baby Don't just sit and sigh
'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah)
Umm, now mummy says yeah And daddy says yeah My brother says yeah Maybe they're not so square
We all say yeah (yeah-yeah) We all say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah-yeah) We say yeah (yeah)
Clap For The Wolfman
Composer(s): Burton Cummings - Kurt Winter
Performer(s): The Guess Who
and multiple other artists
Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die
Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl They were friend's of mine The highway's on my moonlight drive Snuggled in, said "baby, just one kiss" She said "no, no, no" Romance ain't keepin' me alive I said "hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo" She said "uh, uh, uh" So I was left out in the cold I said "you're what I've been dreamin' of" She said "I don't want to know" (Wolfman Jack: "Oh you know, she was diggin' the cat on the radio")
Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high (WJ: "Yes baby, I your doctor in love") Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die (WJ: "Everybody talkin' about the Wolfman's confidence of love")
Seventy five, eighty miles an hour She hollers "slow, slow, slow" "Baby I can stop right on a dime" I said "hey baby, give me just one kiss" She said "no, no, no" But how was I to bide my time I said "Hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo" She said "uh, uh, uh" Said I'm about to overload I said "you're what I've been livin' for" She said "I don't want to know" (WJ: "Oh, you thought she was digging you but she was digging me")
Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high (WJ: "As long as you got the curves baby, I got the angles") Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die (WJ: "It's all accoridng to how your boogaloo situation stands, you understand")
Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high (WJ: "You ain't gonna get 'em, cuz I got 'em") Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die (WJ: "You might wanna try, but I'm gonna keep 'em") Clap for the Wolfman Clap for the Wolfman (WJ: "And I got 'em all") Clap for the Wolfman
Requiem Pour N'Importe Qui Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Il est mort connue du bois sec Ça pouvait être n'importe qui Un enfant de l'Andalousie Ou un frère du soldat Schveik Il est mort, la guerre est finie On lui fait des funérailles Chacun retourne à son travail Il est mort et je suis en vie
Il est mort comme un feu de paille ça s'est passé très loin d'ici C'est loin l'Afrique et loin l'Asie Des mercenaires et ses G.I. Il est mort de n'avoir su vivre Quand il fallait vivre à genoux Noyé de sang, noyé de boue La mort enfin l'a rendu libre
Il est mort comme du bois sec Ça pouvait être n'importe qui Le frère de Théodoraki Un enfant de Zorba le Grec Il est mort, je suis en exil Et je meurs un peu avec lui Chaque fois que tombe la nuit Sur le soleil du mois d'avril
Il est mort comme du bois sec Ça pouvait être n'importe qui Le frère de Théodoraki Un enfant de Zorba le Grec Il est mort, je suis en exil Et je meurs un peu avec lui Chaque fois que tombe la nuit Sur le soleil du mois d'avril
Il est mort, pitié pour ses cendres Ce n'est ni l'heure ni l'endroit Pour demander des comptes à rendre Mais les mots viennent malgré moi
