Αυτό είναι το τραγούδι για τους εξεγερμένους της Τουρκίας

Τα παιδιά της πλατείας Ταξίμ έγιναν τραγούδι! Οι εξεγερμένοι της Τουρκίας έχουν στρέψει πάνω τους τα βλέμματα όλου του κόσμου. Και το τραγούδι με τίτλο #OccupyGezi Revolution Song και ήδη τον γύρο του διαδικτύου. 

 

Οι στίχοι του τραγουδιού είναι γραμμένοι στα αγγλικά. 

 

ΑΚΟΥΣΤΕ ΤΟ ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙ ΓΙΑ ΤΑ ΠΑΙΔΙΑ ΤΗΣ ΠΛΑΤΕΙΑΣ ΤΑΞΙΜ

 

 

Οι αγγλικοί στίχοι του τραγουδιούSomething happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear, 

There's a man with tear gas over there, spraying kids in Taksim square

It's time we stop hey whats that sound, 

Everybody look what's going down, stop hey what's that sound, everybody look it's going down. 

 

Gas mask tears in streets every body comin taksim

to save them trees,

you can stop the metro

you can stop the buses, but you can't stop us

cause we risin up its

arab spring, Turkish summer, people in the streets (sayin fuck big bother) 

media black out, 

Power not out 

You can burn the tents but you can't burn the light out

Stop face book

Twitter account

50, 000 strong still growin now no doubt 

Storm troopers at the base of the statue, 

Blood on the streets who we who's that dude. 

We alive, bring the future, 

Fight for Ataturk, 

for evolution 

 

Something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear, 

There's a man with tear gas over there, spraying kids in Taksim square

It's time we stop hey whats that sound, 

Everybody look what's going down, stop hey what's that sound, everybody look it's going down. 

 

Malls and fascists,

Gass more gases

While the people organize and we move more fast

Occupy gezi

people so free. 

For not anti

shine so brightly

Cover you face from the tear gas, cover your ass cause the past bout to come back

Bus drivers blockin the streets to block the police

you can stop the 3g but can't stop the beats, 

you can't stop the free, 

let the camera roll

War in the palace 

peace to the streets

chemical spray pepper in the in the sneeze 

Veil or no veil it's gas in the eyes

People our people on the streets some die 

Blood on the face like the mask of the spider, 

Rubber bullet to the head it fires no lighter. 

Cameras and martyrs whose the freedom fighter? 

Taxis swallowed by the crowd in the fire.

Signs in the spray paint, lines of the cops 

breathe in the gas with the mask 

but gasp don't stop...

 

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