La Talvera - Lo mond ven reaccionari (English translation)

Occitan

Lo mond ven reaccionari

[Arrepic:]
Vesi sovent tornar
Coma una trèva que sortís de nòstras vèlhas
Aquel desir fòl de cambiar la tèrra entièira
E de fargar un mond nòu
Rapèla-te ma Dulcinèia
Erem sietats davant la chiminèia
Aquí ne cojàvem montar nòstras idèias
Mescladas al fum de nòstres pòts.
 
Arri arri jès quin auvari !
De que se passa ençaval ?
Lo monde ven reaccionari
Qu’avèm fach de nòstre ideal ?
Vesèm pas mai lo peis que nada
A contra sens dins lo riu grand
E dins lo bòsc dançar las fadas
Al l’entorn d’un fuòc de Sant Joan.
Nautres voliam pas mai d’armada
Ni de fusilhs ni de soldats
Cresiam que l’ora èra arribada
De la patz e de l’amistat
L’objeccion l’avèm pas panada
Avèm menat un dur combat
Avèm remandat nòstras cartas
E nòstres librets militars.
Se sul Larzac èrem cent mila
Aquò los a pas empachats
De contunhar de far de missilas
E de ne vendre de tot costat
Ara an trapada la parada
Voliam pas d’armada d’Estat
An fargat d’armadas privadas
Aital lo torn èra jogat.
 
[Arrepic]
 
Arri arri jès quin auvari !
De que se passa ençaval ?
Lo monde ven reaccionari
Qu’avèm fach de nòstre ideal ?
Ont es passat Maire Coratge
E la comuna los partisans
E l’ase que beviá la luna
En se rient coma un enfant ?
Nautres voliam pas mai de gàbias
Ges de cadenas ges de carcan
I aurà lèu se non prenèm garda
Un policièr per abitant
De cameràs dins cada caire
De bracelets de suretat
De parpalhòls del nais furgaire
Per nos seguir nos espionar.
E sèm ficats tre la mairala
E vèlhan nòstre estat mental
Lo mendre gèste mendra paraula
E nos embarran al golag
I a de miliças plan armadas
A l’escòla al supermercat
Amai per anar al cagacin
Cal mostrar son identitat !
 
[Arrepic]
 
Arri arri jès quin auvari !
De que se passa ençaval ?
Lo monde ven reaccionari
Qu’avèm fach de nòstre ideal ?
Ont es passat l’ausèl vengaire
Don Quichòta amai los crocants
Los brigands que tornavan las paures
Ont son los faidits occitans ?
Ara en passa electorala
Sol compta la tranquilitat
E tanpís se i a de caumatge
Baste foguèssetz plan pagats.
Aquò rai se dins vòstres barris
I a un tropèl de sens abric
S’avètz un ostal secondari
Dins un canton de paradís.
Amai foguèssetz pas racisats
Avètz ausit ambé plaser
Aquel palhassa de ministre
Far son Hitler amb’un Kärcher
Dins lo desèrt i a de miratges
Que te fan creire a la vertat
Dins lo miralh i a ton image
Repesca ta realitat.
 
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English translation

The World Is Becoming Reactionary

[Chorus:]
So often I see
Like a phantom coming from our cities
This mad desire to change the entire world
And to forge a new world
Remember, my Dulcinea1
We were sitting in front of the fireplace
Where we slept to climb our ideals
Mixed with the smoke of our kisses.
 
Buckle up, God, what a mess!
What’s the reason for this overlap?
The world is becoming reactionary
What have we done with our ideals?
We can no longer see the fish that swim
Upstream in the great river
And in the woods the fairies dancing
Around the fire of Saint John.
We didn’t want anymore armies
Neither guns nor rifles
We thought the time had come
For peace and friendship
We haven’t stolen the objection2
We’ve put up a good fight
We’ve sent back our cards3
And our military pamphlets
If on the Larzac we were a hundred thousand4
This hasn’t stopped them
From continuing to make missles
And to sell them at all costs
Now they’ve rained on the parade
We didn’t want the army of the State
They’ve made private armies
Just like that the turn was over.
 
[Chorus]
 
Buckle up, God, what a mess!
What’s the reason for this overlap?
The world is becoming reactionary
What have we done with our ideals?
What happened to Mother Courage5
And the commune of partisans
The donkey that drank the moon
While laughing like a child?
We didn’t want anymore cages
No more chains, no more straightjackets
And soon we’ll have, if we’re not careful
A policeman as a homestay
Cameras on every corner
Tracking bracelets
Night-time surveillance6
To follow us, to spy on us.
And they keep files on us as soon as we’re in preschool
And they watch our mental status
The slightest gesture, slightest word
And they lock us up in the gulag
There are militias fully armed
At school, at the supermarket
Just going to the crapper
And we have to show our ID!
 
[Chorus]
 
Buckle up, God, what a mess!
What’s the reason for this overlap?
The world is becoming reactionary
What have we done with our ideals?
What happened to the avenging bird
Don Quixote or even better, the Croquants7
The bandits that gave back to the poor
Where are the Occitan Faidits?8
Right now what passes the vote
All that matters is tranquility
And who cares if there’s unemployment
As long as you’re well paid.
Right here in your damn neighbourhoods
There’s a herd without asylum
You yourselves have a second house
In a district of paradise.
Better yet if you weren’t racists
You heard with pleasure
This buffoon of a minister
Acting like Hitler with a high-pressure cleaner9
In the desert there are mirages
That make you believe the truth
In the mirror there is your reflection
Go fish10 for your reality
 
  • 1. Character from Don Quixote. See here.
  • 2. i.e. conscientious objection
  • 3. Draft cards and/or identity papers.
  • 4. Refers to the Fight of the Larzac, a non-violent civil disobedience movement between 1971-1981. See here.
  • 5. Refers to a play called "Mother Courage and Her Children," written in 1939 by German playwright Bertolt Brecht against the rise of Fascism and Nazism. See here.
  • 6. Literally, people like “moths that search.
  • 7. Name of the French peasant revolts from the 16th-17th centuries. See here.
  • 8. Dispossed noblemen who took up arms against the Albigensian crusaders in defence of Occitania. See here.
  • 9. ”Kärcher,” from the name of the world-famous brand that makes cleaning systems and high-pressure cleaners. See here.
  • 10. Like the game, literally “refish.”
Submitted by tdwarms on Sun, 24/12/2017 - 03:06
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