Communism destroyed the
nation – yeah, we’ve heard this all before,
But people, communism’s
been gone for 30 years, and more! X2
It was what it was –
there were troubles
Three decades ago –
they don’t concern me.
I live today, in these
shitty days
And I know that
communism is the solution and my way. X2
There was no will, no
freedom, and no guts;
You could succeed only
if you were one of “us”.
Dated are those stories
of yours – from the olden days,
People are stirred by
other things today! X2
Did famine reign during
the communistic times?
Do you humiliate
yourself for a piece of bread?
Our Euro-American
democratic liberation
Day after day is
obliterating our nation. X2
Do you know that twenty
people set themselves aflame,
Because their bills
were impossible to pay!
A man killed his two
kids and his wife,
To free them from the
credit snare. X2
Two women starved to death
in their village house,
While their neighbour
stuffs himself until he is sick
It’s not big news if
you don’t receive your pay check
And the syndicate to
betray you just because. X3
Thousands die because
they can’t afford
Medicines, much needed
care and comfort.
Come, let me show you
Vidin, Pleven, Lom,
The Rhodope and
Strandzha – desolation near and far!
The forests have been
felled, the sea – covered in concrete;
Our food they poisoned,
our lives – usurped!
They say “you have a
choice”, but what kind of choice is that –
You choose between the
bread, the family, your freedom.
Or to become a venal
rat, a base servant to a master,
You’re piling up pieces
of paper, but your ideals are dying faster. X2
Or you become a wretch
who can’t make ends meet –
You toil and sweat,
only to enter heaven poor and with bare feet
Nobody gives a shit
about your heavy load
Forgotten and an
outcast – you’re destined for the dump, the hole. X2
So, I don’t give a damn
about your stupid fights
Decades ago, to wear
your hair long and in braids.
Your fancy miniskirts
were not allowed;
Well, now fashionable
thugs are in power. X3
Your revolt led from
the table, the party and the bench
is over – thousands
live on Methadone today!
Well done, you defeated
the evil communism –
We live today in
prosperous new capitalism:
We are most desperate,
with highest mortality rates –
Abused, poisoned,
fleeing, turned into slaves!
Don’t talk to me of
prison camps and political jokes –
You all deserve
“Belene” and the forced labour yoke.
You’ve forgotten that
nothing’s mightier that the bread
You’ve forgotten that
some work, so that you can play. X2
So, don’t look at the stupid and the ugly in
dismay
When they grab the
pitchforks and the clubs one day!
You may quickly find
yourselves amiss
Bureaucrats, EU grant
-eaters and capitalists X3
You are all ex-party
men in charge –
State nomenclature
comrades under the guise of democrats!
Our people will wave
the banners once again,
Making your shiny sleek
hair stand on end!
We will remember the
past century’s creed,
That whoever doesn’t
work, he mustn’t eat!
Translation from Bulgarian: Mariyana Dimitrova
Which side are you on?
They’ll call from the embassy
The President will say his word
Who of us will shoot at whom
And who of us will pay the bill
Which
side
Which
side are you on
The Prime Minister will put it forward
The Parliament will decide
Who of us today will dress in rags
And who of us will cut down on his bread
Which
side
Which
side are you on
The radio will broadcast
The television will confirm
The cost of living now is rising
Your money’s running low
Which
side
Whichside are you on
The employers will think about it
The ministry will then approve
Who of us we’ll be a dead man walking
And won’t enjoy his later years
Which
side
Which
side are you on
I’ll listen to my conscience
I’ll be fighting this
I’ll defend my labour with my hammer
With the sickle my freedom I will reap
Which
side
Which
side
Whichside are you on
Dead Poets
The
‘dead poets’ in the song are Nikola Vaprsarov (1909-1942), Hristo Smirnenski
(1898-1923) and Geo Milev (1895-1925); all three of them are considered among
the most prominent Bulgarian poets.
Nikola Vaptzarov wrote rhymes
Wrapped in two scarves during
the cold winter nights
He hurled coal with a shovel
For the bourgeoisie
And they thanked him
By taking his life
Nikola Vaptzarov made friends with
a revolver
Darker than the darkness, darker
than the brown bread
Life was, however,
Darkest of all
The firing squad put an end to
it
By firing a bullet into his head
No, no, no!
The poet doesn’t die!
No, no, no!
He doesn’t die!
Geo lost an eye
He never found out whom for
and why
A bad grenade went off
Next to his head
But blessed with a gift from
above
About his people he began to
write
About the slave with the
pitchfork, the slave with a hammer
About the people quietly
eating their dinner
And everyone in ‘Septemvri’
Was his brother
The system secretly strangled
him
A piece of wire around his
neck
No, no, no!
The poet doesn’t die!
No, no, no!
He doesn’t die!
Smirnenski wrote about the
children in need
With no mother, no father, no
hand to caress them
There, you stare with hope
At the shiny shop windows
Until your tired feet lead you
to the basement
So you can sleep, in the deep.
The basement is mouldy, the
basement is dark
The basement makes you feel like
a fool
And the hand makes a fist
In its own will
In your sleep you are
shouting: ‘Hurrah’!
And when you wake up you are a
different man.
Dead poets tell me, these days,
Why the ideals have turned
into PES
Bubble gum stopping their ears
Meatballs stuffed in their
mouths
Dirty cash blinding their eyes
And even their hearts
Dead poets speak to me today
Dead poets be with me tomorrow
Dead poets you lived yesterday
But deep inside me I’ll cherish
Your faith
To Eternity
(Che Guevara)
No need for thundering orchestras
All we need is guitar
So that we can sing
About Ernesto Che Guevara
Now you are flaming wind
The red flag – in your hands
Against every exploiter
You lead the deceived once again
In
the storm you are the beacon
In the darkness you are the fire
You
are our faith
Comandante
Che Guevara
The star on your beret
Rises above everyone poor and wretched
And over our entire planet
Shines – a new hope for our future.
The grey concrete housing estates
Are our Santa Clara
There we sing your songs
Comandante Che Guevara
In
the storm you are the beacon
In the darkness you are the fire
You
are our faith
Comandante
Che Guevara
Smiling, somewhere you await us
We will endure Dante’s inferno
But our struggle won’t quell
Comandante, it will be eternal!
There,
where all is covered in concrete
There, where the forest lies
Axes are singing in the night
Logs are falling
Like wingless birds
For the last remaining tree
To save it, come with me,
Come, come, come with me!
There, where the sea roars
The dunes are ploughed by a bulldozer
The seagulls are fleeing
The safety of distant shores they are seeking
While in the bottomless pit
Who is pouring grey concrete?
Concrete, concrete, concrete!
There, where all is covered in concrete
And you live in a lawless world
Nothing else is
Worthier and right
Than this - to join the fight.
Yes, to join the fight.
Fight, fight, fight!
There, where the fight is raging
And nature is in our hands
There are many
People like you and me
They are marching onward
They are marching onward
Onward, onward
Join the fight
Against concrete, the law
On we go
With you!
Na-na-na…
(dedicated
to the tramp Bakurov and all homeless people)
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