Post by Dréu Gavárþic'h on Feb 2, 2008 12:39:51 GMT -6
I Ain't Marching Anymore
By Phil Ochs
Lyrics modified so that they fit in el glhetg and rhyme
O martscheveu àl vatal da Noveu Orlins
Àl fim dal zuería Britanic
La tzara xhovan cultiveva
El sang xhovan curçeva
Mas non martschéu ingen mhor
Aucideveu va cotía d'Anischinaes in 'n mil cumbats underschidlec'hs
Eu füt là à la Corna Pechein Grült
Ausculteveu, multeux vürs fibats
Videveu iven pü deceßats
Mas, non martschéu ingen mhor
C'e imré els seneschen qi noi ducient à la zuería
Imré els xhovans qi tombent
Risguardetz à toct gagnevent cün 'n sverdeu es 'n arma
Es me na, ¿C'e valuta?
Furteveu Californica da México
Combateveu in la Zuería Citànal
Üc, aucideveu va fratreux
Es sa mült altreux
Mas, non martschéu ingen mhor
Martscheveu àls vatais dal trancea Tütsch
In 'n zuería terminarh toct las zuerías
Fosteveu aucidarh 'n miglhiun vürs
Es nun me volent 'n altreu fäts
Non martschéu ingen mhor
C'e imré els seneschen qi noi ducient à la zuería
Imré els xhovans qi tombent
Risguardetz à toct gagnevent cün 'n sverdeu es 'n arma
Es me na, ¿C'e valuta?
Voleveu la miziun final in els çéux Txaponeschti
Laßeveu la bomba atomic
Quand videveu las citaes brenadas
Säpeveu qe aprendeveu qe
Non martschéu ingen mhor
Els duceux sündicais crident quand os ferment 'n factorà
Fru'itz ünit ferma à Cjuva
En clametz päx eda clametz tradaziun
En clametz amor eda clametz raziun
Mas non martschéu ingen mhor
Non, non martschéu ingen mhor
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Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore
For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men a lying
I saw many more a dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all?
For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes I even killed my brothers
And so many others
But I ain't marchin' anymore
For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all?
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore
Now the labor leader's screamin'
when they close the missile plants,
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore,
Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason,"
Call it "Love" or call it "Reason,"
But I ain't marchin' any more,
No I ain't marchin' any more
By Phil Ochs
Lyrics modified so that they fit in el glhetg and rhyme
O martscheveu àl vatal da Noveu Orlins
Àl fim dal zuería Britanic
La tzara xhovan cultiveva
El sang xhovan curçeva
Mas non martschéu ingen mhor
Aucideveu va cotía d'Anischinaes in 'n mil cumbats underschidlec'hs
Eu füt là à la Corna Pechein Grült
Ausculteveu, multeux vürs fibats
Videveu iven pü deceßats
Mas, non martschéu ingen mhor
C'e imré els seneschen qi noi ducient à la zuería
Imré els xhovans qi tombent
Risguardetz à toct gagnevent cün 'n sverdeu es 'n arma
Es me na, ¿C'e valuta?
Furteveu Californica da México
Combateveu in la Zuería Citànal
Üc, aucideveu va fratreux
Es sa mült altreux
Mas, non martschéu ingen mhor
Martscheveu àls vatais dal trancea Tütsch
In 'n zuería terminarh toct las zuerías
Fosteveu aucidarh 'n miglhiun vürs
Es nun me volent 'n altreu fäts
Non martschéu ingen mhor
C'e imré els seneschen qi noi ducient à la zuería
Imré els xhovans qi tombent
Risguardetz à toct gagnevent cün 'n sverdeu es 'n arma
Es me na, ¿C'e valuta?
Voleveu la miziun final in els çéux Txaponeschti
Laßeveu la bomba atomic
Quand videveu las citaes brenadas
Säpeveu qe aprendeveu qe
Non martschéu ingen mhor
Els duceux sündicais crident quand os ferment 'n factorà
Fru'itz ünit ferma à Cjuva
En clametz päx eda clametz tradaziun
En clametz amor eda clametz raziun
Mas non martschéu ingen mhor
Non, non martschéu ingen mhor
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Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore
For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men a lying
I saw many more a dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all?
For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes I even killed my brothers
And so many others
But I ain't marchin' anymore
For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all?
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore
Now the labor leader's screamin'
when they close the missile plants,
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore,
Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason,"
Call it "Love" or call it "Reason,"
But I ain't marchin' any more,
No I ain't marchin' any more