Area - Cometa Rossa ( Red Comet) live

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Italian Jazz - Rock- Prog. Band ( politically involved)  whose Leader was Greek Singer Demetrio Stratos , extraordinary Vocalist (RIP).

Had the privilege to see them twice in concert. First time with Demetrio in 1975 ( he passed away in 1979 due to sclerosis) and then another time without him. Band was really good  and Stratos performance and singing absolutely unique. He did indeed have a  special gift.

In 1977 or 78 he won first prize at the Contemporary Music Festival in NYC. He presented a  tune from his solo voice album "Metrodora". Audience tributed him  a standing ovation 10 mins. long ( at least so reported the chronicles of the time).

 

Sung in Greek.

 

Translation ( partial) . Ancient Greek Poem.

 

Open my lips, April

 

sweetly so that I can sing

 

Open heart

 

Comet

 

Close the Poets' mouth

 

Comet close the mouth

 

and go away

 

Open eyes to Freedom

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La Mela Di Odessa ( Odessa's apple)

 

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Gioia  E Rivoluzione ( Joy And Revolution)

 

Translation

I sing for you that come listening to me
I play for you that don't want to understand me
I laugh for you unable to dream
I play for you that don't want to understand me

In your eyes there's a light
that's warming my mind
By the sound of our fingers
a battle is fought
It brings us on the streets
of people that know how to love
It brings us on the streets
of people that know how to love

My gun is a double bass
it shots on your face
it shots on your face
what I think about life
By the sound of our fingers
a battle is fought
It brings us on the streets
of people that know how to love

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Luglio, Agosto, Settembre (Nero).    July, August, (Black) September

 

Translation

Arabic Part

My love
With peace I have placed loving flowers
at your feet
With peace
With peace I stopped the seas of blood
for you
Forget anger
Forget pain
Forget your weapons
Forget your weapons and come
Come and live with me my love
Under a blanket of peace
I want you to sing, beloved light of my eyes
And your song will be for peace
let the world hear,
my beloved and say:
Forget anger
Forget pain
Forget your weapons
Forget your weapons and come
And live in peace

 

Italian Part

 

Playing with the world, leaving it in pieces
Children that the sun has reduced to old age

It's not my fault if your reality
forces me to fight your conspiracy of silence
Maybe one day we will know what it means
to drown in blood with humanity

Discoloured people, almost all the same
my anger reads above the news
reads into the past all my pain
sing my people that don't want to die

When you see the world without problems
seek the essence of all things
It's not my fault if your reality
Forces me to make war with humanity