jonasjar's video: Hoola Bandoola Band Victor Jara turn -96

Wiehes penna fräser av vrede kampglöd poesi latinorytmer om militärkuppen i Chile 1973 allt som gick förlorat en sorglig höstmånad för 36 år sen. Lyriskt sett är den sista versen i mitt tycke överlägset bäst, här har de politiska stereotyperna ersatts av ren och skär poesi av bästa märke. Ingen kan förstås sjunga denna bättre än Wiehe själv och jämfört med det gamla orginalet har Affe fått mer plats och sjunger med ålderns rätt en ganska lågmäld 2:a stämma. Men då och då blänker det till och Hoola är, alla år till trots, fortfarande stark i stämsången. Jara Wiki sv: http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%ADctor_Jara Jara Wiki uk: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Jara Hoolas skivor finns här: SE: http://cdon.se/search?q=hoola+bandoola+band NO: http://cdon.no/search?q=hoola+bandoola+band DK: http://cdon.dk/search?q=hoola+bandoola+band Wiehes skivor finns här: SE: http://cdon.se/search?q=mikael+wiehe NO: http://cdon.no/search?q=mikael+wiehe DK: http://cdon.dk/search?q=mikael+wiehe WieheHome: http://www.mikaelwiehe.se/ English Translation of lyrics: There are many who play only for those in power And there are many who submit just for crumbs from the tables of the elite But you chose your path and sang for the many You ignored the promises of the mighty and the ruling class' threats Victor Jara you brought life to the prisoners' longing for freedom To those suffering you brought hope of a future where only the people would rule And you gave courage and strenght to dreams of those oppressed But for the plutocracy you sang of despise But if the future is like a tree that has been planted And freedom akin to a rose, most frail and delicate Must our weapons be good in defense of that which is weak We must protect it against those who would destroy that which buds and flourishes Those who despair say that death is equal for all But it would be truer to say that one can die in the way that one has lived And to die just for profit carries the weight of a feather But to die for one's people carries the weight of a rock Victor Jara, your songs will echo in the dephts of the mines And like ripe fruits shall they be among the trees of the plantations Like swaying barley shall they billow over the fields And like fish in the water will they caught in the nets of the fishermen Aye, Victor Jara, Victor Jara your songs shan't be forgotten From guitar to guitar shall they fly over towns and countries They will be our lullabies when the nights are long And they will march along with us, when the day has come