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Supersoul Connection Feat. P Ram - Solo mol

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Published on Mar 2, 2010

Supersoul Connection's 5th official single and video for a song Solo mol (Solo Minor) Feat. P Ram. Actress: Nataša Drobnjak; Director, Editor: Dejan Babosek - Babo; Editor: Zoltan Jambrošič; Photography: Simon Gosnik, Dejan Babosek - Babo; Location: Jezersko, Pirniče, Bloška planota, Cerkniško jezero;
Lyrics by P Ram, translation by Dhyan


SOLO MOL

P-ram:
1, 2, 3 - tipke na klavirju skup' stojijo,
vsaka sama zase lepa, ampak skup' lepo zvenijo.
Da zaživijo, rab'jo, da jih skupi kdo igra -
Boga, k' zna, ki ve za harmonijo.
Ja. In rab'mo Ga, nekoga, k' melodijo zna,
k' svojo roko gor da - bele, črne tipke skup' zaigra.
Majh'n je res bit' težko, namest', da stop'mo skup',
rajš' se gremo t'ko, da vsak po svoje piše svoj solo mol:

Dhyan in P-ram:
»Moja sreča, moja glava, moja zastava in moj narod,
moja ženska, moja Sveta vojna je taprava.
Jaz in moje in moj bog. Jaz in moje in moj bog.
Jaz in moje in moj bog. In moj bog.«

P-ram:
Bog žegnaj te in une druge dej v pogubo,
samo zato, ker kličejo Te mal' drugač'?
Ker hišo so postav'l' si na zeml'o drugo
in pod napačno zastavo? Ampak - hej, pod isto sonce,
v isto bolečino, v isto dramo. V isto rojstvo, isto starost,
isto šolo, v isto krsto, isto solzo na pogrebu,
v iste barve kri, pod isto Mlečno pot na nebu
in povej, katere vere si na konc', k' tvoje truplo obleži?
In plis ne reč'te, bratje, mmm, da ste pozab'l,
kaj ste verjel': da do Gospoda pride le samo in čist' sam' on,
k' čelo si pocahna z isto kodo, k't čelo ste pocahnal vi.
No, k'tero truplo obleži?
In k' da ga brigajo nalepke: bele, črne, moške ženske,
muslimanske in krščanske, ...
Pisane nalepke, črtne kode, k'r ene besede.

Dhyan in P-ram:
Pisane nalepke, črtne kode, k'r ene besede.
»Jaz in moje in moj bog.«

SOLO MINOR

1, 2, 3, piano keys stay together,
each is beautiful but together they sound better.
To revive they need someone to play on them,
God who knows how, Who knows the harmony. Hm?
We need Him, He knows the melody,
to put His hands on them, white, black keys play accordingly.
It's hard to be small, instead of come together,
we rather play our solo minor -- forever.

My happines, my head, my flag and my nation,
my wife, my holy war is righteous.
Me and mine and my God.
Me and mine and my God.
Me and mine and my God.
And my God.

God bless this ones and let Him curse the others,
only because they call You by a different name?
Because they built their house on a foreign land?
But hey, under the same Sun, same pain, same drama.
Same birth, same old-age, same school, same coffin,
same tears on a funeral, same color of a blood,
under the same Milky way
and tell me which religion are you when your body fades away?
And please, don't tell me, dearest brothers, that you forget
that the Lord likes just the ones with the same mark on their forhead.
Well, who's corps falls down?
And like you care about the stickers:
white, black, women, man, Muslem and Christian.

Colorful labels, bar-codes, random words.
Me and mine and my God.

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