Category Archives: Music

Travelling alone

Sting was on our program of the Paleo Festival in Nyon, Switzerland, yesterday. No matter how often you see Sting in concert, it is always magic.

As an extra we could see Passenger before. So there we were in the pouring rain, our naked feet in the mud and there stands this guy alone on stage with his guitar and is enchanting the public with musical poetry. He made our evening and he made my day today despite my lack of sleep.

Passenger did not sing this one yesterday night but you just have to hear it:

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African Tour

One of the best French song writers when it comes up to lyrics with meanings. Francis Cabrel sings about the tough reality of African refugees heading for Europe. We, who can stay in our country or who can  travel freely can obviously not entirely seize the tragedy of what they have to go through. But we can show some understanding and compassion when we are confronted with their destinies.

Already our villages are moving away
A few  ghosts  keep me company
There will be deserts, mountains
To be crossed until Spain
And after… Inch’allah

We have bad shoes
The money sewn into our linings
The people smugglers must be waiting for us
The little we have they will take
And after…

Is Europe well guarded?
I don’t know
Are custom officers armed?
We will see
If they tell me, everyone its own home
I quite agree, except that in my home
Except that in mine there is nothing

No living room, no kitchen,
The kids chew on roots
Just a square of dust
A mattress thrown onto the ground
Above…Inch’allah

Maybe you imagine
That I made all these kilometers
All this hope, all this courage
To stop against a fence

Is Europe well guarded?
I don’t know
Will custom officers shoot?
We will see
If they tell me, everyone its own home
I quite agree, except that in my home
Except that in mine there is nothing

I don’t know
We will see,
I quite agree,
Except that in my home…

Half a scaffolding
I don’t ask for more
A nothing, a word, a gesture
Give me anything that you have left
And after…
I don’t know

We will see,
Me, I quite agree,
Except that in my home…
Already our villages moving away

Freely translated by Cloud

Do you want to know more about Francis Cabrel:
Francis Cabrel – Official Site
Francis Cabrel – Wikipedia

Pra onde vai – Where do you go ?

Another wasted life
A heart that no longer beats, rest in peace
Dreams leaving before the hour
Dreams that are left behind

Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Where does the sun go when night falls?

And now?
Pain is the size of a building
A home without him will be tedious
There is no remedy, no explanation, no return
Friends do not accept, the brothers are revolted
The family does not believe what happened
No one can understand why the boy died
They shot a youngster so innocent
And his grandmother who was a believer is angry with God today
His father got older, more serious and sad
And the mother just did not resist
Besides her child, she lost her love for life
And now the daughter-in-law has suicidal tendencies
And the girlfriend he dreamed of marrying
Everyone feels all the time like crying
When they remember the plans that the boy had…
He said: “I want to be someone one day”
He dreamed of his future since he was boy
Nobody could imagine his fate
A victim of a violent world …
If God is just, then who did the trial?

Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Where does the sun go when night falls?

Why did a young man who lived smiling lose his life so suddenly?
A guy who loved living
It really is impossible to understand
No response will be able to bring back peace to the boy’s family
Their lives will never be like before
And they look at his picture on the bookshelf
That sparkle in his eye and the way of  a child
Now he is nothing but a memory
And the hope that he is well, wherever he is,
Does not diminish the void he left
It is unbearable when it’s his birthday
His clothes in the closet seem to expect him back by surprise
To take his place at the table empty
The sadness is sometimes so strong
The sadness is sometimes so strong that it’s easier
To pretend that there was no death
Because whenever he comes to kill their longing
He comes with his happy face
Rejoicing dreams and saying that his soul will never grow old
And that suffering is not the solution
It is better to keep a flame lit in the heart
And with certainty in his mind that one day they will meet again.

Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Where does the sun when night falls?
Where do you go?
Where does the sun go…
Where does it go…
When the night falls?
When everything turns to ashes,
Where does the sun go…
When night, when night falls?
When the sun goes?
When everything goes?
When we cry

(Pra onde vai, song by Brazilian musician Gabriel o Pensador – freely translated by Cloud)

 

Do you want to know more about Gabriel o Pensador, click here:
Gabriel o Pensador – Wikipedia
Gabriel o Pensador – Official Site