■“21世紀のヒトラー”、ニコラ・サルコジーが、移民犯罪対策と称してフランスからロマを出身国に送還していることがフランス国内はもとより、政権内部からも、そして欧州議会やヴァチカンからも非難されていることがここしばらく大きなニュースになっているが、そんな中、11月04日にルーマニアのバンド Vama がリリースし、ヨーロッパ中で話題になっている曲が、この「Sarkozy versus Gypsy」。
“もしジプシー全員が盗みはたらくなら、エッフェル塔なんかとっくにねえぞ！”
いい曲、いいクリップです。
Lyrics/paroles de Sarkozy versus Gypsy, by VAMA feat. Ralflo
We love to live and we live to travel
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop! Alalalikeit
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop! Alalalikeit
We’re looking for the better way
But you decide we cannot stay
Hop! Hop! Alalalikeit
But you decide we cannot stay
Hop! Hop! Alalalikeit
You take the right to dream, to work
Three hundred euros won’t buy hope
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop!
Three hundred euros won’t buy hope
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop!
The fingerprint is not our soul
We’re human beings first of all
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop!
We’re human beings first of all
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop!
R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies
We ask permission to love your country
Why don’t you like it, why don’t you like it
Hop, hop,
Why don’t you like it
Why don’t you like it, why don’t you like it
Hop, hop,
Why don’t you like it
If all the gypsies were to steal
Tour Eiffel would disappear
Tour Eiffel would disappear
Alalalikeit, alalalikeit
Hop! Hop!
Hop! Hop!
The world belongs to all the people
Gypsy people is not people?
Hop! Hop!
Alalalikeit
Gypsy groove and French chanson
We all play l’accordeon
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop!
Gypsy people is not people?
Hop! Hop!
Alalalikeit
Gypsy groove and French chanson
We all play l’accordeon
Alalala like it, alalala like it
Hop! Hop!
R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies
Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!
Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!
Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!
Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!
Ilegal! Ilegal! Ilegal!
La France s’imprègne d’un sale arôme
Ca blaire le pogrom le long des aérodromes
Ils brisent, rasent les palettes des romantiques
Vident nets les caravanes de leurs sérums
Culs secs, 3 shooters puis on gerbe le rhum
Expulse par tripes aéroportées c’est des roms
Ce Roméo atterrit en Roumanie
Juliette est un homme elle l’a bannit Abolit
Les frontières Comme Ebola
Elle boula sa définition
Du vrai Rome Surhomme
Consensus de leur forum
Y’a de quoi écrire des milliers de romans
On est tous des fils de tzig, de nomades, de migrants
Sarkozy lui continue d’en faire des tonnes
Alors que tous les chemins mènent aux Roms
Ca blaire le pogrom le long des aérodromes
Ils brisent, rasent les palettes des romantiques
Vident nets les caravanes de leurs sérums
Culs secs, 3 shooters puis on gerbe le rhum
Expulse par tripes aéroportées c’est des roms
Ce Roméo atterrit en Roumanie
Juliette est un homme elle l’a bannit Abolit
Les frontières Comme Ebola
Elle boula sa définition
Du vrai Rome Surhomme
Consensus de leur forum
Y’a de quoi écrire des milliers de romans
On est tous des fils de tzig, de nomades, de migrants
Sarkozy lui continue d’en faire des tonnes
Alors que tous les chemins mènent aux Roms
(France smells like a bad aroma
It’s like a riot along the runways
They are crushing, demolishing the vivid dreams of the romantics
Remove their serums from all caravans
Cash, 3 shooters and we throw up the rum
The Rom(a) sent away, guts by airmail
This Romeo lands in Romania
Juliet is a man, she banished him
Abolished borders as Ebola did
Definition of Roma, the real, modified
Superman, consensus, all abide
One could write thousands of novels about
We are all sons of gypsies, nomads, migrants
Sarkozy continues to do a lot
But still all roads lead to the Rom(a).)
It’s like a riot along the runways
They are crushing, demolishing the vivid dreams of the romantics
Remove their serums from all caravans
Cash, 3 shooters and we throw up the rum
The Rom(a) sent away, guts by airmail
This Romeo lands in Romania
Juliet is a man, she banished him
Abolished borders as Ebola did
Definition of Roma, the real, modified
Superman, consensus, all abide
One could write thousands of novels about
We are all sons of gypsies, nomads, migrants
Sarkozy continues to do a lot
But still all roads lead to the Rom(a).)
R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies
R: Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies, gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
Hey, hey Sarkozy why don’t you like the gypsies
The gypsies, gypsies, gypsies
