Poem dels oprimits – Ken Zazpi

Oppressed

The Basque group Ken Zazpi, you've already made other versions in Catalan, performs a version of an own. Leaving the Band “nationalisms freaks” (Here we try to talk about music), all translations of the subject are “Free” (Recogidas online) so there are differences between each other. Sorry I can not cite sources of translations, I do not remember.

Letters in Català, Euskera and Castilian
of Oppressed

Letter in Català Poem dels oprimits

In this country hidden,
I was playing with shadows;
trying to be myself,
painting a day…

Anything that can not be,
Raja always my song;
Dawn is closely,
the feeling,I surround…

The story is already known,
not everyone tells the same;
d's hard empassar,
the truth of the next…

Now close the oppressed,
a poem sing vull,
all the bitterness,
they want to hide…

I sing to empty beds,
the mother, their suffering;
all time fleeting,
that we were stripping…

Iron, his cry
stop al atemorit
everyone who suffer…

We hear from small,
everything we love,
everything must be,
the force imposed…
intermediate, near the oppressed,
sing you a cançó,
have already covered,
all the bitterness…

In solitude,
to intimate friends,
every moment of life,
that the hands, ha fugit
Those were yesterday,
those who are here now,
those yet to come…

I feel loved,
soon everything will change:
also will be with me,
tomorrow…

And those who come after,
it never sing,
Song of the oppressed,
and not cry…

Diga'm per favor,
ara amiga ja,
what they want to hear,
estimated, love…

In accidents,
adversity
to which we have given up life..

In that way,
never reached,
those who fight,
and wind…freedom.”

video Letra Original Oppressed

Public invisible shadows playing this
utmost effort to be myself
future draw
all of my disability
It is once again singing
egunsentia
feel this way

We will not be the same
It tells the story
It is difficult to understand
the other truth
but I want to sing Oppressed
covered with
with every
empty bed in his mother's tears
steal that time fugitive
iron in the father's fears
those of us who suffer

Childhood sounds
what we should be
imposed by force
what is love
but I want to sing Oppressed
covered with
of every
pain accompanied by inanimate loneliness
each time
those who have been
When the
those who will be
tell me dear
everything will change
also you will be with me tomorrow
and descendants
do not ever sing this song
tears gonna love it
said dear
I want to listen to
tell a friend

Accidents
bad news
Lost on the way to all our friends
those who have given us freedom of the wind
you
wind
you, you, you

translated letter Castilian Poem of the oppressed

In this invisible people
playing with shadows
trying to be me
after painting the
all my impotence
singing over and over again
dawn
sintiéndome but about.

we do not all
As history
is dificl to understand
the truth of the other
but I want to sing
the poem of the oppressed
all the pain
having hidden

to empty beds
a mother's tears
at that time that flees
which rob us
to the cold bars
Dad's fears
those who suffer

listening from small
we have to be
imposed by force
what you love
but I want to sing
the poem of the oppressed
all the pain
having hidden

the pain of friends
to loneliness
every time you leave without living
those who were
to which today are
those who will

dime, my love
va everything to change
also tomorrow
will be with me
and our descendants
never go in
sing the song be
not release tears
dime mi amor
tell me dear
dime friend
I want to hear

to accidents
to bad news
Those all friends
we have lost along the way
to those who have given
all for us
the wind of freedom
to you
wind
to you
to you