Gaza Gaza - BGM | Doctor | Tamil

When I was young it all seemed like a game Living here brought no sense of shame But now I'm older I've come to understand Once we had houses Once we had land They rained down bullets on us as our homes collapsed We lay beneath the rubble terrified Hoping, dare we dream? We gave up waiting For us, to dream is still a dream When I woke up, the house was broken stones We suddenly had nothing And nothing's changed We live, eight people, in this overcrowded heat Factory-farmed animals living in our own sweat Living like this is all my baby brother ever knew The world does nothing, what can we do? We will kick the ball We will skip the rope We will play outside, be careful We will paint and draw, we will say our prayers Outside the pitiless sun bleaches the broken streets The darkness drops in the evening like an iron door The men play cards under torchlight The women stay inside Hell can erupt in a moment day or night You ask for trouble if you stray too close to the wall My father died feeding the birds Mum goes in front of me to check for soldiers For every hot-head stone ten come back For every hot-head stone a hundred come back For every rocket fired the drones come back For thirteen years the roads have all been closed We're isolated, we're denied medical supplies Fuel and work are scarce, they build houses on our farms The old men weep, the young men take up arms We're packed like chickens in this town of block cement I get headache from the diesel, when it rains, the sewers too I had no idea what martyrdom meant Until my older brother, my older brother I'm sorry I can't continue You sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind, it is said When people know they have no future Can we blame them if we cannot tame them? And when their hopes and dreams are broken And they feel they might as well be dead As they go, will we forgive them If they take us with them? Stay close Stay home Stay calm Have faith With the love of our family we can rise above anything Someday surely someone must help us With the love of our family we can rise above anything Someday surely someone must help us Even now we will go to school Even now we will dream to dream Someday surely someone must help us Nothing's ever simple, that's for sure There are grieving mothers on both sides of the wire And everyone deserves a chance to feel the future just might be bright But any way you look at it, whichever point of view For us to have to live like this It just ain't right It just ain't right It just ain't right We all want peace and freedom that's for sure But peace won't come from standing on our necks Everyone deserves a chance to feel the future just might be bright But any way you look at this, whichever point of view For us to have to live like this It just ain't right It just ain't right It just ain't right It's like a nightmare rose up slouching towards Bethlehem Like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land Slouching towards Bethlehem It's like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land Slouching towards Bethlehem It's like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land Slouching towards Bethlehem It's like a nightmare rose up from this small strip of land Slouching towards Bethlehem It's like a nightmare rose up, like a nightmare rose up Slouching towards Bethlehem I can't know what twist of history did this to me It's like a nightmare It's like a nightmare (With the love of our family) (We can rise above everything) Towards Bethlehem (Some day surely someone must help us) Someday surely someone must help us

In the morning sky, before sunrise Under her watchful eye, they make it through another night And as the dawn subsides, and her children rise Will they wake to freedoms light, or is justice too blind To have seen, that what's been done Its to much to bear by anyone And to have seen, that what's been done And to not help and just to stall, it's a shame upon us all. Gaza, let me put my arms around you Lift you to the stars And watch you fly away, fly away Gaza, although I'm there with you I'll never forget to, Work for better, Work for better days Better days, yeah. And as her day rolls by, she's focused on how to survive With every step of every stride, her head is held up with pride But look into her eyes, her children's lives How they find a will to survive, When freedom's denied. And they see that what's been done Its to much to bear by anyone And to have seen, that what's been done And to not help and just to stall, it's a shame upon us all. Though I'm not there with you now, Aint no way no how, that I'm gonna let you down With everything that I am, Imma do the best that I can Until your able to stand. And as the day turns to night, and the call of the prayer recites Prayer's their only source of light, In the darkness of the night And as she sings her kids to sleep Praying that their dreams will be sweet Cause dreams are last retreat from reality

Мне так охота вам сказать про наш любимым строй Мне кажется, что каждый из вас согласен будет со мной Вот все говорят — на Западе все очень хорошо Кто это скажет мне, вот так, сотру я в порошок! Все, что советское — ништяк: машины и штаны Пусть дорого все стоит, но все наше, пацаны Ты на меня не зырь так люто и брови ты не супь Я знаю, лучшая в мире валюта — это наш тамбовский рупь Мы славу партии поем любимой и родной За то, что так прекрасно правят нашею страной За хлеб, за воду, за свободу, за счастливый труд Советские ракеты всех буржуев в пыль сотрут! Ну что хорошего у них? Один лишь стыд и срам Магнитофоны, видаки, зачем нужны они нам? Мы под гармошку попоем про наш любимый край Где честному рабочему не жизнь, а просто рай Брось слушать свой буржуйский рок, вступай в КПСС И развивай в себе патриотический замес Мы все в стране советской очень весело живем Ах как же жаль рабочих, что гниют за рубежом! Мы славу партии поем любимой и родной За то, что так прекрасно правят нашею страной За хлеб, за воду, за свободу, за счастливый труд Советские ракеты всех буржуев в пыль сотрут! Широка страна моя родная и много в ней всего И кто сказал, что в магазинах нету ничего? Раскрой глаза и глянь — на полках мягкий свежий хлеб И минеральная вода, ты что, совсем ослеп? Спасибо нашей партии, поклон ей до земли За честь ее все вместе встанем плотною стеной С мозолью на заводе заработаем рубли И отдадим в фонд мира и в фонд партии родной! Мы славу партии поем любимой и родной За то, что так прекрасно правят нашею страной За хлеб, за воду, за свободу, за счастливый труд Советские ракеты всех буржуев в пыль сотрут!