Blog du temps qui passe

Scénario, complètement fou, pour un film déjanté... Les troupes chinoises envahissent la France et installe le communisme en France, mais un communisme poussé à l'extrême, ce qui entraîne bien entendu des problèmes...

God save the queen
The facist regime
They made you a moron
Potential h-bomb

God save the queen
She aint no human being
There is no future
In englands dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need

There's no future no future
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cos tourists are money
Our figure head
Is not what she seems

Oh god save history
God save your mad parade
Oh lord god have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future you're future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In englands dreaming

No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future no future for me

No future no future
No future for you
No future no future for you



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Todo esto va acabar muy mal
Todo si, todo tiene que acabar mal(*2)

Si siguen asi machacando a la gente
Un día de estos se levanta potente
Con el levantado pa' decir que es suficiente
De los palos de la pasma ya tenemos bastante
Cuentos de chinos que nos tiran a la mente
Los palos de la pasma ya tenemos bastante
Cuentos de chinos que nos tiran a la mente
Los perros de la pasma ya tenemos bastante

Nosotros queremos salir de este cine mal oliente (*2)

Todo esto va acabar muy mal
Todo si, todo tiene que acabar mal(*2)

Acabar muy mal
Acabar mal
Acabar muy mal

Matarile rile, rile, rile, rile, rile, rile, rile ron
Escucha mi son, es son de revolucion(*2)

Oye hermano, este son yo vengo animando
Bien peganito lo estamos bailando
Con buen ritmo y con sabor (*2)

Todo esto va acabar muy mal
Todo si, todo tiene que acabar mal(*2)

Acabar muy mal
Acabar mal
Acabar muy mal

Matarile rile, rile, rile, rile, rile, rile, rile ron
Escucha mi son, es son de revolucion (*2)

Todo esto va acabar muy mal
Todo si, todo tiene que acabar mal (*2)

Si siguen asi machacando a la gente
Un día de estos se levanta potente
Con el levantado pa' decir que es suficiente
De los palos de la pasma ya tenemos bastante
Cuentos de chinos que nos tiran a la mente
Los palos de la pasma ya tenemos bastante

Mucha policia poca diversion
Escucha mi son, es son de revolucion(*2)

Todo esto va acabar muy mal
Todo si, todo tiene que acabar mal(*2)

Acabar muy mal
Acabar mal
Acabar muy mal


Là, c'est pas évident à comprendre... Pour résumer le plus important, Acabar Mal veut dire mal fnir et Escucha mi son, es son de revolucion veut dire: Ecoute mon chant, c'est celui de la révolution... Je précise encore que Sergent Garcia, ici, ce n'est pas le copain à Zorro...

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Your fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying
Home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

An you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled line
Hanging on in quite desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The ship of fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

New life devolves day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residue slipped away...slipped away