Every Crazy Child…

Published on: Sep 16, 2014 @ 19:54

This is for you, funny, brave lady…

This is from the Greek Revolution in the 70s. Greek songs are strange…minimalist, allegorical and obscure…perhaps some Arabic songs are like that (they must be “Arabic” covers a score of cultures on a slow day :o)).

Anyway, I loved this song since I was a child, and the internet gave me the means to translate it…but I could not really understand it until now.

I think you will understand it too.

He called to me, as the sun was rising…

For every crazy child, holds in his hand,

A virgin’s kiss, and a machete,

And his mother never sings,

And his mother never sings

He holds the flame of life,

There in his hand,

While he is slaughtering,

A pair of doves,

And the girl just doesn’t speak

And the girl just doesn’t speak.

For every crazy child, holds in his hand,

A virgin’s kiss, and a machete,

And his mother never sings,

And his mother never sings

He called to me, as the sun was rising…

This too shall pass

ن شاء الله‎,

 

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