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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede Salva le Ven 17 Sep 2010 18:32

Framboise a écrit:***
Les machines infernales stridentes déchiquètent les puissants
et pâles et en pleurs sont leurs épouses.
Les champs restent en friche
les mineurs sont ensevelis
et les ouvriers emportés par d'autres assassinats.
***
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Salutàtou-te-s,

Je suis arrivé sur ce forum en recherchant le texte de cette chanson.
Il y a une erreur de traduction qui change du tout au tout le sens de la première phrase du 2ème couplet...
En effet le mot "pezzenti" ne veut pas dire "puissants" mais "gueux". Le mot pour "puissants" est "potenti"...
Voili, voilou, je ferais une petite présentation de ma pomme plus tard...

Z'À++

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Messagede Salva le Mer 22 Sep 2010 21:52

BlackJoker a écrit:Ouep clip très chouette, mci.
Dommage que je ne comprenne pas l'italien. ( bon les derniers mots du clip sont pas dures à comprendre quand même).

C'est bizarre comme certaines langues provoquent à l'écoute des émotions particulières. Enfin c'est pas le sujet du topic, et c'est très subjectif évidemment, mais l'italien et autre exemple, le portugais, je trouve ça très beau à écouter parler/ chanter, alors que je ne connais pas ces langues. Ça me titille le fond du bide, ça prend aux tripes ( oue là c'est très limité comme argumentation :mrgreen: ).
fin du hs. :)

Salut,
Texte assez compliqué à traduire car écrit dans un vieil italien avec des mots et des locutions qui ne sont plus employés de nos jours. J'ai tenté le coups malgré tout avec très sûrement des imperfections et des erreurs de traduc...


Il galeone
Le galion

Siamo la ciurma anemica
d'una galera infame
su cui ratta la morte
miete per lenta fame.
Nous sommes l'équipage anémique
D'une infâme galère
Sur laquelle plane la mort
Nous fauchant lentement par la faim


Mai orizzonti limpidi
schiude la nostra aurora
e sulla tolda squallida
urla la scolta ognora.
Jamais sur de limpides horizons
Ne s'entrouvre notre aurore
et sur le misérable pont
Hurle toujours la sentinelle


I nostri dì si involano
fra fetide carene
siam magri smunti schiavi
stretti in ferro catene.
Nos jours s'envolent
Entre de fétides carènes
Nous sommes de maigres et blêmes esclaves
Par des chaines enserrés


Sorge sul mar la luna
ruotan le stelle in cielo
ma sulle nostre luci
steso è un funereo velo.
La lune se lève sur la mer
Les étoiles tournent dans le ciel
Mais sur nos propres lumières
Est étendu un voile funéraire


Torme di schiavi adusti
chini a gemer sul remo
spezziam queste carene
o chini a remar morremo!
Foule d'esclaves amaigris (?)
Tête baissée gémissant sur la rame
Brisons ces carènes
Ou nous mourrons courbés sur les rames !


Cos'è gementi schiavi
questo remar remare?
Meglio morir tra i flutti
sul biancheggiar del mare.
Pourquoi, esclaves gémissants,
Continuer à ramer et ramer ?
Mieux vaut mourir dans l'onde
Sur l'écume de la mer


Remiam finché la nave
si schianti sui frangenti
alte le rossonere
fra il sibilar dei venti!
Ramons jusqu'à ce que le navire
Se fracasse sur les déferlantes
Levons les drapeaux rouges et noirs
Dans le souffle des vents


E sia pietosa coltrice
l'onda spumosa e ria
ma sorga un dì sui martiri
il sol dell'anarchia.
Et que soit un misérable linceul
La vague écumante et ruisselante
Mais un jour sur les martyrs se lèvera
Le soleil de l'anarchie


Su schiavi all'armi all'armi!
L'onda gorgoglia e sale
tuoni baleni e fulmini
sul galeon fatale.
Allez esclaves debout, debout !
La vague bouillonne et s'élève
Tonnerres, éclairs et foudre
Sur le galion fatal


Su schiavi all'armi all'armi!
Pugnam col braccio forte!
Giuriam giuriam giustizia!
O libertà o morte!
Giuriam giuriam giustizia!
O libertà o morte!
Allez esclaves debout, debout !
Luttons d'un bras puissant !
Jurons, jurons justice !
La liberté ou la mort
Jurons, jurons justice !
La liberté ou la mort
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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede spleenlancien le Jeu 28 Oct 2010 11:51

Chant anarchiste de la Guerre d'espagne, Ay carmela ou el ejército del Ebro fut à l'origine une chanson composée en 1808 contre les armées napoléoniennes.
Durant la guerre d'Espagne elle fut réactualisée.



El Ejército del Ebro
Rumba la rumba la rum bam bam !
Una noche el río pasó,
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.
Y a las tropas invasoras
Rumba la rumba la rum bam bam !
Buena paliza les dió,
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.
El furor de los traidores
Rumba la rumba la rum bam bam !
Lo descarga su aviación,
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.
Pero nada pueden bombas
Rumba la rumba la rum bam bam !
Donde sobra corazón,
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.
Contrataques muy rabiosos
Rumba la rumba la rum bam bam !
Deberemos resistir,
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.
Pero igual que combatimos
Rumba la rumba la rum bam bam !
Prometemos combatir,
Ay Carmela, ay Carmela.
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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede Nico37 le Mar 23 Nov 2010 21:47

Des versions moins connues


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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede Salva le Lun 18 Avr 2011 08:59

joe dalton a écrit:je ne trouve pas les paroles de la chanson des clefs de françois beranger, que j'avais decouvert dans l'an 01 qui commene par :
toutes les maisons
sont comme les prisons,
tous sont des taulards,
tous sont des matons...
"

Depuis le temps je pense que tu as du trouver :wink: Dans le cas contraire...
Toutes les maisons sont comme des prisons
Tous on est taulards tous on est matons
Tous verrouilleurs tous verrouillés
Le monde est petit quand les verrous sont mis

Ouvre ta porte retire la clé
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue

Y'a plus rien à vendre plus rien à prendre
Plus rien à cacher plus rien à voler
Viens voir ma pendule si t'aimes les pendules
Ta propriété c'est le monde entier

Ouvre ta porte retire la clé
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue

Moi j'aime les plafonds pour y faire des ronds
Des ronds d'allégresse après les caresses
Des ronds de bien-être j'veux tous les connaître
J'veux aller rêver sous ces plafonds cachés

Ouvre ta porte retire la clé
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue

Y'a celui qui brille du sommeil des filles
Si tu fermes à clé il va s'énerver
L’œil à la serrure ses mains se font dures
Mais que la clé meurt et y'a plus d'étrangleur

Ouvre ta porte retire la clé
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue
Ouvre la fenêtre et jette ta clé dans la rue
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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede Salva le Mer 20 Avr 2011 18:29

Une de celles que je préfère et en plus elle est d'actualité en ce premier mai qui appoche.
Les cons sont l'unique preuve de l'existence de dieu. Car il n'y a que la connerie humaine pour donner une idée de l'infini.
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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede Nico37 le Dim 3 Juil 2011 17:59

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Messagede tamtam le Mer 6 Juil 2011 16:26




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwZdkOL_ ... re=related


The Kings Blues - What if punk never happened

Well on a cold Tuesday morning, I was walking into town,
Had my headphones blaring, didn't notice what was around,
I crossed the road, a car swerved and nearly ran me down,
Looked in the driver's seat, I swear to God it was Doc Brown,
He said "Are you Michael J Fox?" I said "No I'm Jonny Fox",
He said "Close enough, get inside,
I'm taking you with me to see another time,
A place you could only have dreamed in your mind,
An alternative reality situated just outside of Clapham,
So strap yourself in,
Cos where we're going you don't need roads,
To get to where punk never happened"

We landed in a concrete desert, rubble as far as the eye could see,
I says to Doc "Where we goin'?"
Doc says he's following me,
We found the only building in the city that was left standing,
It was my local venue,
I know cos I recognised the landing,
And there's a gig on tonight! This town ain't so bad,
I got everything I need, right here in this pad,
So I pulled out a bottle and took a heroic swig,
Made myself comfortable and got ready for the gig,

Well an hour after doors and there was still no-one there,
The soundman was on acid, the fucking long hair,
The bands never showed cos they didn't see the point,
When all the kids are at home still smoking a joint,
They won't go out and do nothing, not on your nelly,
They're just watching the telly and then feeding their belly,
Their parents listen to The Beatles, while they listen to Nirvana,
Cos Green Day and The Pistols, well they never heard either,

They got long sleeve T-shirts and they never shower,
They still believe in flower power,
The hippy dream's faded but they got nothing new,
So they wear flares and slippers and burn incense sticks too,
The kids would rather skate than go out and smash the state,
While their parents sit still and meditate,
Action's at a low when people just don't care,
They zoned out to their surroundings, the anger's not there,

And I'm stuck in this hippy, grunge reality,
Where the buildings are crumbling down from apathy,
They grab you at school when you've just turned 13,
And show you your brand new, life long routine,
You can sleep and work, and work and sleep,
So you can save up the money to buy a new jeep,
So you can sleep and work, and work and sleep,
Then sleep. Then work. Then work. Then sleep.

I pulled a fanzine out my back pocket, held it in my hands,
And watched the colours slowly fade away,
The words bled right off of the pages til it had nothing left to say,
I banged on the jukebox but it was useless,
It had no good records on,
Not even something weak like 'The Best Punk Album In The World Ever Volume 1',
Outside the windows, I saw the excavators coming to tear the place down,
No-one stopped them, for there is no community left in this town,
There's no-one around to fight Margaret Thatcher,
The power of the flower just couldn't match her,

Too strong was the will of Parliament to cause damage,
That with no punk rock everything went unchallenged,
Land got knocked down to build more land,
That got knocked down again for a couple more grand,
With no punk the protests were full of throwbacks calling each other comrade,
Of course the young folks' attendance started to fade,
So it was easy for the police to move in, they were trusted,
And that's when the whole damn town got busted,

They moved CCTV cameras in everywhere,
But the people were too apathetic to care,
They made them carry I'd cards to state where they're from,
As if by being born they had done something wrong,
They shipped all the poor folk to live out in the edges,
So the rich folk could move in and peer over their hedges,
"But before you leave, you'd better build our homes,
There, we've done you a favour, now you're on your own,
This ain't your home no more, go find somewhere new,
I know you ain't got the money, cos it's me who employs you,
I know everything about you, what you eat, how you dress,
Your hobbies, your turn-ons, your email address,
While I had you working in the dark, you didn't realise,
That I completely stopped your ability to organise,
I didn't let you have a reason to communicate,
I banned punk rock knowing you hippies would seal your own fate,
I controlled everything you wrote, everything you created,
I distracted you with advertisements so you forgot what you hated,
I fed your dark side, kept you consuming and competing,
And like a dog that doesn't know when to stop eating,
You took it all, oh and long was it my intention,
You could have beat me if punk rock was your invention",
Instead the city will be sold to the highest bids,
If only Sham 69 had of united the kids,

If only the 4 Skins had told us ACAB,
If only The Ramones had let us know we were a happy family,
If only The Buzzcocks had shown us how to do it ourself,
If only Crass had shown us there are things more important than wealth,
If only The Vandals had shown us it was OK to smile,
If only The Dead Kennedys had helped us put our government on trial,
If only Rancid had played live, and brought with them that vibe,
If we had Sick Of It All and Madball we could put them all on the frontline,

If we had GG Allin we'd have learned it's OK to be hated,
If we'd have had The Refused then we could have innovated,
If we'd had Poison Idea then they couldn't push us over,
If we'd had Minor Threat then we could have done it sober,
If we'd have had Against Me we could have done it all unplugged,
If we'd had Operation Ivy we could have done it then fucked off,
If we had The Blitz, The Clash, Disorder, Propagandhi,
The Exploited, NOFX and anyone that's handy,

There's a lesson to be learned, one that I will take home,
When I return to my normal reality zone,
Punk rock has the power to change the world,
It lies in every single punk rock boy and girl,
So don't let anyone tell you you're not worth the earth,
These streets are your streets, this turf is your turf,
Don't let anyone tell you that you've got to give in,
Cos you can make a difference, you can change everything,
Just let your dreams be your pilot, your imagination your fuel,
Tear up the book and write your own damn rules,
Use all that heart, hope and soul that you've got,
And the love and the rage that you feel in your gut,
And realise that the other world that you're always looking for,
Lies right here in front of us, just outside this door,
And it's up to you to go out there and paint the canvas,
After all, you were put on the earth to do this,
So shine your light so bright that all can see,
Take pride in being whoever the fuck you want to be,
Throw your fist in the air in solidarity,
And shout "Viva la punk, just one life, anarchy"
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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede Nico37 le Mer 6 Juil 2011 18:30

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Messagede cooper le Mar 6 Déc 2011 11:11

tamtam a écrit:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwZdkOL_ ... re=related


The Kings Blues - What if punk never happened

Well on a cold Tuesday morning, I was walking into town,
Had my headphones blaring, didn't notice what was around,
I crossed the road, a car swerved and nearly ran me down,
Looked in the driver's seat, I swear to God it was Doc Brown,
He said "Are you Michael J Fox?" I said "No I'm Jonny Fox",
He said "Close enough, get inside,
I'm taking you with me to see another time,
A place you could only have dreamed in your mind,
An alternative reality situated just outside of Clapham,
So strap yourself in,
Cos where we're going you don't need roads,
To get to where punk never happened"

We landed in a concrete desert, rubble as far as the eye could see,
I says to Doc "Where we goin'?"
Doc says he's following me,
We found the only building in the city that was left standing,
It was my local venue,
I know cos I recognised the landing,
And there's a gig on tonight! This town ain't so bad,
I got everything I need, right here in this pad,
So I pulled out a bottle and took a heroic swig,
Made myself comfortable and got ready for the gig,

Well an hour after doors and there was still no-one there,
The soundman was on acid, the fucking long hair,
The bands never showed cos they didn't see the point,
When all the kids are at home still smoking a joint,
They won't go out and do nothing, not on your nelly,
They're just watching the telly and then feeding their belly,
Their parents listen to The Beatles, while they listen to Nirvana,
Cos Green Day and The Pistols, well they never heard either,

They got long sleeve T-shirts and they never shower,
They still believe in flower power,
The hippy dream's faded but they got nothing new,
So they wear flares and slippers and burn incense sticks too,
The kids would rather skate than go out and smash the state,
While their parents sit still and meditate,
Action's at a low when people just don't care,
They zoned out to their surroundings, the anger's not there,

And I'm stuck in this hippy, grunge reality,
Where the buildings are crumbling down from apathy,
They grab you at school when you've just turned 13,
And show you your brand new, life long routine,
You can sleep and work, and work and sleep,
So you can save up the money to buy a new jeep,
So you can sleep and work, and work and sleep,
Then sleep. Then work. Then work. Then sleep.

I pulled a fanzine out my back pocket, held it in my hands,
And watched the colours slowly fade away,
The words bled right off of the pages til it had nothing left to say,
I banged on the jukebox but it was useless,
It had no good records on,
Not even something weak like 'The Best Punk Album In The World Ever Volume 1',
Outside the windows, I saw the excavators coming to tear the place down,
No-one stopped them, for there is no community left in this town,
There's no-one around to fight Margaret Thatcher,
The power of the flower just couldn't match her,

Too strong was the will of Parliament to cause damage,
That with no punk rock everything went unchallenged,
Land got knocked down to build more land,
That got knocked down again for a couple more grand,
With no punk the protests were full of throwbacks calling each other comrade,
Of course the young folks' attendance started to fade,
So it was easy for the police to move in, they were trusted,
And that's when the whole damn town got busted,

They moved CCTV cameras in everywhere,
But the people were too apathetic to care,
They made them carry I'd cards to state where they're from,
As if by being born they had done something wrong,
They shipped all the poor folk to live out in the edges,
So the rich folk could move in and peer over their hedges,
"But before you leave, you'd better build our homes,
There, we've done you a favour, now you're on your own,
This ain't your home no more, go find somewhere new,
I know you ain't got the money, cos it's me who employs you,
I know everything about you, what you eat, how you dress,
Your hobbies, your turn-ons, your email address,
While I had you working in the dark, you didn't realise,
That I completely stopped your ability to organise,
I didn't let you have a reason to communicate,
I banned punk rock knowing you hippies would seal your own fate,
I controlled everything you wrote, everything you created,
I distracted you with advertisements so you forgot what you hated,
I fed your dark side, kept you consuming and competing,
And like a dog that doesn't know when to stop eating,
You took it all, oh and long was it my intention,
You could have beat me if punk rock was your invention",
Instead the city will be sold to the highest bids,
If only Sham 69 had of united the kids,

If only the 4 Skins had told us ACAB,
If only The Ramones had let us know we were a happy family,
If only The Buzzcocks had shown us how to do it ourself,
If only Crass had shown us there are things more important than wealth,
If only The Vandals had shown us it was OK to smile,
If only The Dead Kennedys had helped us put our government on trial,
If only Rancid had played live, and brought with them that vibe,
If we had Sick Of It All and Madball we could put them all on the frontline,

If we had GG Allin we'd have learned it's OK to be hated,
If we'd have had The Refused then we could have innovated,
If we'd had Poison Idea then they couldn't push us over,
If we'd had Minor Threat then we could have done it sober,
If we'd have had Against Me we could have done it all unplugged,
If we'd had Operation Ivy we could have done it then fucked off,
If we had The Blitz, The Clash, Disorder, Propagandhi,
The Exploited, NOFX and anyone that's handy,

There's a lesson to be learned, one that I will take home,
When I return to my normal reality zone,
Punk rock has the power to change the world,
It lies in every single punk rock boy and girl,
So don't let anyone tell you you're not worth the earth,
These streets are your streets, this turf is your turf,
Don't let anyone tell you that you've got to give in,
Cos you can make a difference, you can change everything,
Just let your dreams be your pilot, your imagination your fuel,
Tear up the book and write your own damn rules,
Use all that heart, hope and soul that you've got,
And the love and the rage that you feel in your gut,
And realise that the other world that you're always looking for,
Lies right here in front of us, just outside this door,
And it's up to you to go out there and paint the canvas,
After all, you were put on the earth to do this,
So shine your light so bright that all can see,
Take pride in being whoever the fuck you want to be,
Throw your fist in the air in solidarity,
And shout "Viva la punk, just one life, anarchy"


bonnes paroles! :fume:
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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede anouchka le Mar 6 Déc 2011 11:18

a las barricadas version des los muertos de cristos, anarchopunks espagnols:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvONbo3GVho

et ay carmela:
http://www.myspace.com/video/vid/3231708
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Re: Vos plus belles chansons anarchistes

Messagede PunkGeek le Sam 9 Juin 2012 21:47

Alayn a écrit:"La Makhnovitchina"


version béru :coeur: :coeur:

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Messagede Massinissa le Mar 12 Juin 2012 19:52

desolé me suis trompé de ligne............
La liberté ne se donne pas...elle se prend !
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Messagede rastanar le Ven 30 Nov 2012 17:03

Dansons la Ravachole !. (1893)



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Messagede baboeuf le Ven 30 Nov 2012 20:10

moi, c'est pas une chanson anarchiste à proprement parler.
une version de la ballade des pendus de francois villon chantée par ferré.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m91kHnqQEis
elle me laisse toujours une sensation de malaise, d'angoisse, de colère.
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Messagede rastanar le Dim 30 Mar 2014 16:46

Cette chanson(La chanson de Craonne) a toute sa place ici,je trouve.

Adieu la vie,adieu l'amour,adieu toutes les femmes !.



A bas toutes les guerres,a bas toutes les armées !.
Le soulèvement aura lieu...tu aura beau prier ton dieu---La Canaille

"C'est pas des trous de balle qui vont nous empêcher de vivre.
D'ailleurs j'en ai un et je vis très bien avec"---Karin Viard
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Messagede rastanar le Sam 15 Avr 2017 12:03

Joan Baez : Here's to you Nicola and Bart-The ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti.



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"C'est pas des trous de balle qui vont nous empêcher de vivre.
D'ailleurs j'en ai un et je vis très bien avec"---Karin Viard
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