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Tsanga, Tsanga

In the silver morning, in the misty dawning,
as the day rolls out the sun.

There’s a place of peace,
where the young men gather,
when they bleed aside their guns.

It’s a place where man can throw away his cares,
mend his body, and his soul.
Get the spirit stronger, fell the good times coming,
let’em roll, let’em roll

Tsanga, Tsanga, home of the wounded,
Tsanga, Tsanga, peace for the brave.

Far across the mountains, there’s a battle raging,
but it’s all behind them now.
There’s a new road waiting,
and door that’s open, helping hands can show them how.

They have bought our freedom with their bravery,
make them healthy, make them whole.
Help them stand up strong to face the future coming,
let it roll, let it roll

Tsanga, Tsanga, home of the wounded,
Tsanga, Tsanga, peace for the brave.

Rhodesians never die

Here’s the story of Rhodesia, a land of fair and great.
On eleventh of November, an independent state.
That was much against the wishes of certain governments,
whose leaders tried to break us down and make us all repent.

R: But we’re all Rhodesians and we fight through thick and thin,
we’ll keep our land the free land, stop the enemies coming in.
We’ll keep’em north of the Zambezi, to that rivers running dry,
and this mighty land will prosper, for Rhodesians never die.

They can send their men to murder, and they can shot their words of hate,
but the cost of keeping this land free can never be to great.
All our men and boys are fighting, for the things that they hold dear,
and this land and all his people will never disappear.

R: ‚Cause we’re all Rhodesians and we’ll fight through thick and thin,
we’ll keep our land the free land, stop the enemy coming in.
We’ll keep’em north of the Zambezi, to that rivers running dry,
and this mighty land will prosper, for Rhodesians never die.

We’ll preserve this little nation, for our children’s children too.
Once you’re a Rhodesian, no other land will do.
We will stand all in the sunshine, with the truth on our side,
and if we have to go alone, we’ll go alone with pride.

3x R: ‚Cause we’re all Rhodesians and we’ll fight through thick and thin,
we’ll keep our land the free land, stop the enemy coming in.
We’ll keep’em north of the Zambezi, to that rivers running dry,
and this mighty land will prosper, for Rhodesians never die.

Last word in Rhodesian

R is for the regiments, who fight the winning fight.
H is for the home fires that folk’s are keeping bright.
O is for the other ranks, and officers as well,
and D is for the die hards who will even fight in hell.

E is for the enemy, that just won’t ever win,
S is for the spirit of our men that won’t grow dim.
I is for the independence, that we have to share,
and A is for the arms that we will always have to bear.

And the first world in Rhodesian is Rhodes,
that’s the name that everybody knows.
It may be as Rhodesian as the flag of white and green,
that the last world in Rhodesian is Ian.

If the world had another Hitler

If the world had another Hitler, then where he’ll go this time?
Would they stand aside and let him roll on through?
Would they keep their smug expressions, or hide trembling in the dark,
while some little countries, stood and fought for truth?

And yet the world attacks our country, for keeping our people free,
with all the brave young men, that she can find.
There was only thirty thousand heroes, stand to fight the russian tide,
when no-one come and fight here by their side, by their side.

Well it’s only forty years or so, since Britain gave her call,
and without a question we fought by her side.
Will the battle that we’re fighting be the one that history marks,
at the day that British honor finally dies?

And yet the world attacks our country, for keeping our people free,
with all the brave young men, that she can find.
There was only thirty thousand heroes, stand to fight the russian tide,
when no-one come and fight here by their side, by their side.
If another Josif Stalin, or resolvent daddy Marx,
should raise their heads and ______ the free.
Will those down-home folks stand idle, while the hammer and sickle flew,
above the flame that burns on Liberty?

They forgot about the evil, that lies rampant, and raging in their homes,
they forgot about the get-alls and the posing, and the indian people that they now dissolve.
Is it any wonder that we gag on the sanctimonious trash they tried to feed us,
through the barrel of a gun.

But the nation strap and scramble for this piece of land we own,
and they haven’t stop to think of where it leads.
But this battle’s not the last one, ans we’re only stepping stones,
and finally, America will bleed. America will bleed.

Il mercenario di Lucera

Son morto nel Katanga
venivo da Lucera
avevo quarant’anni e la fedina nera

Di me la gente dice
ch’ero coi mercenari
soltanto per bottino
soltanto per denari

Ma ora che sono steso
guardate nel mio sacco
c’è solo una bottiglia
e un’oncia di tabacco

Invano cercherete
soldi nel tascapane
li ho spesi proprio tutti
assieme alle puttane

Ref.
Evviva la morte mia
evviva la gioventù
lai lalalalala
lai, lalalala

Amavo un’entraîneuse
di razza congolese
però l’ho perduta a dadi
con Jimmy, l’irlandese

Salvai monache e frati
dal rogo del ribelle
ma l’ONU se ne frega,
se brucia la mia pelle

Se la mia pelle brucia
è perché son mercenario
ma il papa se ne frega
e sgrana il suo rosario

Ref.

Addio amiche mie
dai fiori nei capelli
addio dolci compagne
trovate nei bordelli

addio verdi colline
ormai scende la notte
i fuochi sono spenti
addio dolci mignotte

con le vostre guepières
ho fatto una bandiera
portatela agli amici
che invecchiano a Lucera

Ref.

Se rimanevo a casa
là nella mia Lucera
ora sarei arrivato
coi figli e la pancera

avrei la moglie grassa
le rate e la seicento
salotto, televisione,
mutua e doppio mento

Invece sono andato
in giro per il mondo
e adesso sto crepando
quaggiù nel basso Congo

Ref.