R.A.P. - teksty

wszystkie teksty przesłane przez Jacka Szafira

Follow the sun
I stand
Protection
To Jamaica
Front Page News
In the ghetto



Follow the sun
muzyka i tekst - Mercik

Now, when you are sitting near the fire
and over you are midnight stars, oh master!
Long way to home and tears are burning in her eyes.
The moon is looking through the trees
Soul is given to the boss, oh Master.
He gives the hour of the silence
He takes sleepy thoughts.

Here comes the time
The morning comes
You must wake up and go
Follow the sun
You see Mosman
It is the time
You see Mossman
For your open eyes.

Now, when you are sitting under black sky
and your legs are having the rest
It is fine to laugh, it is fine to cry, it is fine to be sad.
Under your head the pice of wood
and porridge has a good smell
oh Master
Now, you are smiling to your dreams
but here rings the bell



I stand
tekst - J. Szafir, muzyka - Jaczyczko, Zawadzki, Szafir, Mercik

I stand a lonely man
in the frontline I am
I see the force of them
want to destroy my name
They don't want to see
my rebel face oh no
Them always want to see
my head hang down, so I

I stand a lonely man

Rise up your head
and take my vibration   ROOTS
Smash your tribulation
Be a rebel one   DREAD
We are the rockers
and we chant down Babylon   RED
We try to find now
our sweet dreamland

I stand a lonely man.

One generation   WHITE
One creation   YELLOW
One big happy family   RED
We try tu build   BLACK
We are one world   REGGAE
We are one people   PEOPLE
And no matter what is   UNITE!!!
The colour of your skin
I stand a lonely man

I'M STANDING DOWN AFRICA, ETHIOPIA, JAMAICA
I'M STANDING HIGH IN ZION!!!



Protection
tekst - J. Szafir, J. Mercik, muzyka - zespół

Revolution dread suffer now
Will destroy bad nation
Brimstone and thunder
will destroy bad towns
Revolution dread
Social destruction.
It is dread solution
Guns and dread fire.

Love JAH, love JAH wait

Fire burn, oh fire! Bloody!!!

I and I believe,
that my day is coming to me
my sun is ready to shine
my rain to fall
my eyes for tears and face to smile, oh I believe
I and I am sure
that we will saying the truth
there will be no guns and blood on the streets
no police and soldiers who are looking at me, oh I believe

I love JAH, JAH music and A RUB'A'DUB STYLE!!!

Fightin', fightin', yeah
The others will be high and down
Oh, when the revolution comes
The hunger with new his owner
The missels in other hands
King who is thirsty and hungry
The beggars wearing the crown
Some baldheads leading the history
And president workin in the mine.


To Jamaica
tekst - Mercik, Rogol, Szafir

To Jamaica - where I want to be
        man can't you see
        it's a land ofor us
        we are smokin' grass

To Jamaica - where Nesta lived
         give me a ticket please
         I think it is Jah land
         I wanna understand

To Jamaica - where sun so high
         where people are black
         under palms in night
         where is REGGAE TIME

To Jamaica - to the steel drums sound
         where the Mosies run
         see the Bunny's house
         eagle plays like mouse
        


Front Page News
tekst - Mercedes

I do worry that one needs to help the milk bars
And I'm interested in Coca-Cola boycott
I don't know who is to pay alimonies
And whom to inform 'bout the road's holes
I'm thinking about concillors and the agriculture
I'm thinking about dry-rot /dubb/ inside the flats
'bout concerts, 'bout rallies and expositions
'bout price of tickets which got so high

And I'm afraid of the rain, and I'm afraid of the wind
And I'm afraid for my whife, and I'm afraid for the children

It's widely known, that one should catch down his nervous, especially, when he is in a contact with a woman.
One day, a car stopped in front of a lonely telephone box Its driver wanted to make an important call from there, what appeared to be imposible /NOT POSIBLE/.
The telephone box was occupied by a woman who althought lookin' at the man desperation did not stop talkin'. Suddenly the man run to the luggage carier, took out the huge roll of stotch and havin' used it the coil the telephone box and then left after ten hours, the woman was freed by a passerby, YEAH!!!


In the ghetto
tekst - J. Szafir

Let me tell you something my good brotheren
This one is a title: "in the ghetto, in Soweto"
I and I dedicate this song to my brothers and sisters down in the ghetto in South Africa, yeah!!!
We are street people, we are livin' down
Yeh children!
How long do we have to suffer, how long must we feel the pain of this power
We are linin' in darkness of Babylon and we suffer and we are so far, yeah
Special dedication to Steve Biko, who died in the ghetto in 1977
Everyone chant down Babylon
Everyone chant down Babylon
Everyone chant down Babylon
We're sufferin', children, children

In the ghetto
In Soweto

   I FEEL NO LOVE ONLY PAIN
We're sufferin'
   FOUR HUNDRED YEARS IN THE GHETTO
We suffer and we're so far
   WE LIVE UNDER PRESSION
We're sufferin'
   WE ARE SO FAR FROM FREEDOM
We're sufferin'
   I SEE NO FOOD ONLY HUNGER
We're sufferin'
   MY CHILDREN ARE DYIN' EVERYDAY
We suffer and we're so far
   WE ARE SO FAR FROM OUR DREAMS
We're sufferin'
   I WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH
We suffer and we we're so far
Because we live down
Yeah, I say

In the ghetto
In Soweto.


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