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Dire-gelt

Dire-gelt un oj, oj, oj				
Dire-gelt un bossche-moj			
Dire-gelt un gradawoj				
Dire-gelt mus men tsoln!	
		
Kumt arajn der strussch, 	
Nemt er arop dos hitl,
Un as men tsolt kejn dire-gelt,
Hengt er arojs a kwitl.	
		
Kumt arajn der sschotse		
Mit dem grobn schtekn,		
As men git im kejn dire-gelt 
Schtelt er arojs di betn.

Oj, farwos sol ich ajch gebn dire-gelt,
As di kich is tserbrochn?
Farwos sol ich ajch tsoln dire-gelt,
As ich hob nischt ojf was tsu kochn?


The Ash Grove

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking,
the harp wind through it playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
a host of kind faces is gazing on me.

The friends of my childhood again are before me,
each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
the ash grove, the ash grove again is my home.

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
when twilight is fading I pensively rove.
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.

'Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart.
Around us for gladness the bluebells were springing
the ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home.

My laughter is over, my step loses lightness,
old countryside measures steal soft on my ears;
I only remember the past and its brightness,
the dear ones I mourn for again gather here.

From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me,
and wistfully searching the leafy green dome,
I find other faces fond bending to greet me,
the ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.


Gimme hope Jo´anna
		
Well Jo´anna she runs a country
She runs in Durban and in Tiransvaal
She makes a few of her people happy, oh
She don`t care about the rest at all
She`s got a system, they call apartheid
It keeps a brother in a subjection
But maybe pressure will make Jo´anna see
How everybody could live as one

Oh gimme hope Jo´anna, hope Jo´anna,
gimme hope Jo´anna ´fore the morning come.
Gimme hope Jo´anna, hope Jo´anna,
Hope before the morning come.

I hear she makes all the golden money,
To buy new weapons any shape of guns
While every mother in black Soweto fears
The killing of another son.
Sneakin´ across all the neighbours borders
Now and again having little fun
She doesn´t care if the fun and game she plays
Is dangerous to everyone

She´s got supporters in high up places
Who turn their heads to the city sun
Jo´anna give them the fancy money, oh
To tempt anyone who´d come
She even knows how to swing opinion
In every magazine and the journals
For every bad move that this Jo´anna makes
They got a good explanation

Even the preacher who works for Jesus
The archbishop who´s a peaceful man
Together say that the freedom fighters will
Overcome the very strong
I wanna know if you´re blind Jo´anna, 
if you wanna hear the sound of drum
Can´t you see that the tide is turning, oh
Don`t make me wait till the morning come.


My Babe

My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe.                                      
Oh, yeah, she don't stand no cheatin', my babe.
My babe, she don't stand no cheatin', 
She’s just doing nothing but midnight creepin’
My babe, true little baby, my babe.


My babe, I know she love me, my babe.
Oh, yes, I know she love me, my babe.
Oh, yes, I know she love me,
She’s just doing nothin' but to kiss and hug me.
My babe, true little baby, my babe.


My baby don't stand no foolin', my babe.
Oh, yeah, she don't stand no foolin', my babe.
Oh yeah, she don't stand no foolin',
She’s hot burning, no coolin'.
My babe, true little baby, my babe.


Un poquito cantas

Un poquito cantas, un poquito  bailas
Un poquito  le-lo-la, como un canario
Le – lo – la, Le - lo-la, Le – lo- le- lo- le –lo - la
Le – lo – la, Le - lo-la, Le – lo- le- lo- la
Un poquito vino, un poquito aire
Un poquito le-lo-la como un canario
Un poquito vientos, un poquito sombras
Un poquito le-lo-la como un canario
Un poquito machos, un poquito chicas
Un poquito le-lo-la como un canario