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Chumbawamba The Day the Nazi Died

Chumbawamba - The Day the Nazi Died

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The Day the Nazi Died
Le jour où le nazi est mort
We're told that after the war
On nous dit qu'après la guerre
The Nazis vanished without a trace
Les nazis ont disparu sans laisser de trace
But battalions of fascists
Mais des bataillons de fascistes
Still dream of a master race
Rêvent encore d'une race supérieure
The history books they tell
Les livres d'histoire le racontent
But they all came out of the woodwork
Mais ils sont tous sortis de leur cachette
On the day the Nazi died
Le jour où le nazi est mort
They say the prisoner at Spandau
On dit que le prisonnier de Spandau
Was a symbol of defeat
Était un symbole de défaite
Whilst Hess remained imprisoned
Tandis que Hess restait emprisonné
And the fascists; they were beat
Et les fascistes ; ils étaient battus
So the promise of an Aryan world
Alors la promesse d'un monde aryen
Would never materialize
Ne se réaliserait jamais
So why did they all come out of the woodwork
Alors pourquoi sont-ils tous sortis de leur cachette
On the day the Nazi died
Le jour où le nazi est mort
The world is riddled with maggots
Le monde est infesté de larves
The maggots are getting fat
Les larves grossissent
They're making a tasty meal of all
Ils se font un festin de tout
The bosses and bureaucrats
Les patrons et les bureaucrates
They're taking over the boardrooms
Ils prennent le contrôle des salles de réunion
And they're fat and full of pride
Et ils sont gras et pleins de fierté
And they all came out of the woodwork
Et ils sont tous sortis de leur cachette
On the day the Nazi died
Le jour où le nazi est mort
So if you meet with these historians
Donc, si tu rencontres ces historiens
I'll tell you what to say
Je te dirai quoi dire
Tell them that the Nazis
Dis-leur que les nazis
Never really went away
Ne sont jamais vraiment partis
They're out there burning houses down
Ils sont là-bas, brûlant des maisons
And peddling racist lies
Et colportant des mensonges racistes
And we'll never rest again...
Et nous ne nous reposerons jamais...
Until every Nazi dies...
Jusqu'à ce que chaque nazi meure...




Авторы: Darren James Hamer, Louise Watts, Duncan Bruce, David Mills, Matthew David Hanson, Allan Mark Whalley, Nigel Hunter, Anne Holden
Chumbawamba - Showbusiness
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9 Mouthful of Shit
10 The Day the Nazi Died
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