Klama i Jineka u Emigrantu/Marcinelle disaster

-Andrea's photo from Calimera-Salento in south Italy-http://maudit1984.spaces.live.com/-

O Klama i Jineka u Emigrantu-Woman's Cry for her immigrant man
( Traúdi/Canto/Song in griko/γραικάνικα,a greek dialect of south Italy-)
Composer/Lyricist:Franco Corlianò
-Sung by Lenia,a soprano from Nicosia,Cyprus
in italics the singing part-πλάγια ό,τι τραγουδιέται

1.Telo na mbriakeftò na mi' ppensefso-Voglio ubriacarmi per non pensare-Θέλω να μεθύσω για να μη σκέφτομαι-I want to get drunk in order not to think-na klafso ce na jelaso telo arte vrài;-piangere e ridere voglio stasera,-να κλάψω και να γελάσω θέλω τούτο το βράδυ-I want to cry and laugh this evening-ma mali rràggia evò e' nna kantaliso,-con grande rabbia io devo cantare-με πολλή οργή να τραγουδήσω-with great anger I must sing-sto fengo e' nna fonaso: o andramu pai!-alla luna devo gridare:mio marito parte;-στο φεγγάρι να φωνάξω:..o άντρας μου πάει-and scream to the moon:my husband leaves!

Fsunnìsete, fsunnìsete, jinèke!-Svegliatevi, donne,svegliatevi!-Ξυπνήστε,ξυπνήστε γυναίκες-Wake up,wake up women-Dellàste ettù na klàfsete ma mena!- Venite a piangere con me!-Ελάτε να κλάψετε μαζί μου-Come to cry with me-Mìnamo manechè-mma, diàike o A' Vrizie- Siamo rimaste sole, la festa di San Brizio è passata-Μείναμε μόνες,η γιορτή του Σαν Μπρίτσιο πέρασε-We have remained alone,the fest of Saint Brizio has passed-Ce e antròpi ste' mas pane ess'ena ss'ena!-e gli uomini se ne vanno uno ad uno!-και οι άντρες φεύγουν ένας ένας-and the men go one by one-

2.E antròpi ste' mas pane, ste' ttaràssune!-Gli uomini se ne vanno, stanno partendo!-Οι άντρες μας πάνε,φεύγουν-The men go,are leaving!-N'arti kalì 'us torùme ettù s'ena chrono!- Se andrà bene li rivedremo fra un anno!-Αν πάνε όλα καλά,θα ιδωθούμε σ' ένα χρόνο-If all goes well there,we will see each other again in a year!-è' tui e zoì-mma? è' tui e zoì, Kristè-mu?-è questa la vita nostra? Questa è vita, mio Dio?-Αυτή είναι η ζωή μας Χριστέ μου;-is this our life? Is this a life, my God?-Mas pa' 'cì sti Germania klèonta ma pono!- Vanno in Germania piangendo con dolore!-Πάνε στη Γερμανία με κλάμα και πόνο-They go in Germany crying with pain!

Mara 's emena, ttechùddhia itta pedàcia-Povera me, poveri quei bambini!-Καημένη εγώ,καημένα τούτα τα παιδιά-Poor me,poor these kids-Torù to tata mia forà to chrono: Vedono il loro papà una volta all'anno-Βλέπουν τον πατέρα μιά φορά το χρόνο-they see their father once a year- Tata, jatì ste' klei? Ene o A' Vrizio! - Perché piangi papà? E' San Brizio!-Μπαμπά γιατί κλαίς,είναι η γιορτή του Σαν Μπρίτσιο-Why do you cry daddy?it's the fest of Saint Brizio -Kuse ti banda, kuse ti òrrio sono!- Senti la banda, senti che bel suono!Ακου την μπάντα,άκου,τί ωραίος ήχος-Listen to the band,listen,what a beautiful sound

4.Ste kuo ti banda ce ste kuo itto sono,-Sento la banda e sento questa musica-Ακούω την μπάντα,ακούω τη μουσική-I hear the band,I hear this music-steo ettù ma 'sà ce ste penseo sto treno,- sto qui con voi ma penso al treno,-Είμαι εδώ μαζί σας μα σκέφτομαι και το τρένο-I am here with you but I think also of the train -penseo sto skotinò citti miniera- penso al buio di quella miniera,-σκέφτομαι το σκοτεινό ορυχείο-I am thinking of the darkness of that mine-pu polemònta ecì peseni o jeno!- la dove la gente muore al lavoro!-όπου δουλεύοντας εκεί πεθαίνει ο κόσμος-where working there,the people die

3.Tata, jatì e' nna pai? Pemma, jatì-Papà, perché devi andare? Dimmi, perché?

-Μπαμπά γιατί πρέπει να πας;Πές μου γιατί-"Daddy why you must go?Tell me why"-Jatì tui ene e zoì, mara pedìa: -Perché questa è la vita,poveri ragazzi:Γιατί έτσι είναι η ζωή,καημένα παιδάκια"Because this is the life,poor kids-O ttechùddhi polemà ce tronni- il poverello lavora e suda--Ο φτωχός δουλεύει και ιδρώνει-the poor one works and sweats--na lipariasi 'us patrunu m'utti fatìa!-- per ingrassare i padroni con il suo lavoro!-για να παχύνει τα αφεντικά με τη δουλειά του- in order to fatten up the masters with his job

Mara 'semà, dellaste ettù pedìa,- Poveri noi, venite qui bambini,-Καημένα εμείς,ελάτε εδώ παιδιά-Poor we,come here children-dellaste, ngotanizzome ttumèsa;- venite, inginocchiamoci a terra;-Ελάτε γονατίστε στη γη-Come kneel to earth o tata pirte ce 'mì prakalume- il papà è andato via e noi preghiamo-ο μπαμπάς έφυγε και εμείς παρακαλούμε-the daddy 's gone and we pray-na ftasi lion lustro puru ja 'mà!

- che arrivi un po' di luce anche per noi!-να φτάσει και για μας λίγο φως-little light to come near us.

-(Belgium 1 May 2006) trade unionist Paul Lootens and historians Marie-Louise De Roeck and Julie Urbain unveiled their new book, Tutti Cadaveri(français): The Trial of the Catastrophe at the Bois du Cazier in Marcinelle. The book depicts the aftermath of Belgium’s worst mining tragedy in history, a fire that raged inside a coal mine near the Wallonian town of Marcinelle, killing 262 miners.(136 Italians,95 Belgians).The tragedy occurred on 8 August 1956 and the book marks the 50th anniversary of the devastating loss of so many lives. The book’s title, Tutti Cadaveri, comes from an Italian rescuer who, after surfacing from the mine, said, “All corpses.”
(Disastro di Marcinelle-it.wiki)(Icem.org,english)
-Στις 8 Αυγούστου 1956, με το πρώτο φως της ημέρας το βελγικό ορυχείο της Μαρσινέλ μεταμορφώνεται σε πύρινη κόλαση.Ένα ατύχημα που προκλήθηκε από τις απαράδεκτες συνθήκες ασφαλείας και η καθυστέρηση των συνεργείων διάσωσης είχαν σαν αποτέλεσμα τον θάνατο 262 αντρών που δούλευαν στο ορυχείο.Ταινία βασισμένη σε αληθινή ιστορία, αναφέρεται σε μια μαύρη σελίδα της ιταλικής μετανάστευσης. (Κόλαση κάτω απ' τη γη)(Inferno below-Marcinelle disaster-Devastação)

Υ.Γ. http://natela-veria-gr.blogspot.com/

Metanastes-Immigrants in Athens

By the Greek Director Stathis Athanasiou-

MigrantsInGreece.org-Γεννήθηκαν αλλού,τώρα απλώς θέλουν να ζήσουν μαζί μας(N.Ago)-

March 21 is a significant day in the struggle to eliminate racism. On this day in 1960, 70 peaceful demonstrators against apartheid were killed in Sharpeville, South Africa.
Six years later the United Nations declared this date the International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination. Canada was one of the first countries to hold a nationwide March 21 Campaign and has done so since 1989.(Equalitytoday.org)(RacismStop it)

((The Integration of Immigrants in Athens))

((One hundred immigrants and refugees who live in Athens will be the initial beneficiaries of the special seminars on the basics of computer use((CityofAthens.gr))

Clandestino-Λαθρομετανάστης(Μanu Chao)

Solo voy con mi pena, sola va mi condena,correr es mi destino,para burlar la ley,perdido en el corazon della grande Babylon,me dicen el clandestino por no llevar papel.Pa' una ciudad del norte,yo me fui a trabajar,mi vida la dejé entre Ceuta y Gibraltar,soy una raya en el mar,fantasma en la ciudad,mi vida va prohibida,dice la autoridad.Me dicen el clandestino,yo soy el quiebra la ley.Mano negra clandestina-Peruano clandestino-Africano clandestino-Marijuana illegal

I walk alone with my sadness,my damnation walks alone too,to run is my destiny,lost in the heart of the Big Babylon,they call me clandestine for not bearing papers.Up in the city of north I have been to work,I left my life between Ceuta and Gibraltar,I am a line in the sea,a ghost in the city,my life gets forbidden,says the authority,they call me paperless immigrant,I am who breaks the law.Black hand clandestine,Peruvian clandestine,African clandestine,Marijuana illegal 

  Περπατώ μόνος μου με τον πόνο μου, περπατά μόνη της και η καταδίκη μου,

να τρέχω ειν' η μοίρα μου,για να περιφρονώ τον νόμο,χαμένος στην καρδιά της Μεγάλης Βαβέλ λαθρομετανάστη με λεν,γιατί δεν έχω χαρτιά.Πάνω σε μια πόλη του Bορρά, βρέθηκα να δουλεύω,άφησα τη ζωή μου μεταξύ Θέουτας και Γιβραλτάρ.Είμαι μια γραμμή στη θάλασσα,στην πόλη ένα φάντασμα,η ζωή μου απαγορευμένη,έτσι λένε οι Αρχές.Είμαι του Νόμου ο Παραβάτης.Mαύρο Χέρι,Λαθραίο-Περουβιανός- -Λαθραίος,Αφρικάνος-Λαθραίος,Μαριχουάνα-Παράνομη.(Μτφ.Εργοτελίνα) 

Udhëtoj vetëm me dhimbjen time, udhëton vetëm edhe dënimi im, të endem është fati im, të përbuz ligjin, i humbur në zemrën e Vavelit të Madh, refugjat më thonë, ngaqë letra nuk kam. Lart, në një qytet verior gjendem të punoj, lashë jetën time midis Theutas dhe Gjibraltar. Jam një vijë në det, në qytet një fantazmë, jeta ime e ndaluar, kështu thonë Dikasteret. Jam Shkelësi i Ligjit, Dorë e Zezë-emigrant klandestin,Peruvian-Klandestin, Afrikan-Klandestin, Marihuana-E Jashtëligjshme!(Μετάφραση N.Ago)

Ψάχνοντας την Ελπίδα(Ν.Αgo)

-Ξεγραμμένοι έτσι κι αλλιώς(Γρ.Ρουμπάνης)-

18 December International Migrant's Day -

Ο Προκόπης Παυλόπουλος για τη μετανάστευση

A sarcastic video for the Immigration debate in USA

look honey! it ʽs America! Finally we ll be free from the oppressive regime that’s ruled our homeland..... Oh! Crap! More White people. They just keep flooding across our border.And sure come on in ! Take our jobs, eat our corn. See what we care! And you know the second they get here they just start having kids. Oh totally! And you know what is worse? they don’t use every part of the Buffalo That s it ! after the rain dance we’ll talk to the chief.He Ho Ho ..Come on Rain!. That should give us scattered showers tomorrow with a 75% chance of sun through the weekend .. Chief! Every day our borders are being crossed by uninvited foreigners. We have to do something . if you ask me this is just me talking here, I say we shoot them all in the head , make Jackets out of their skin and leave their carcasses to rot in the sun.I say we welcome them. They re good for the economy. They gave us these comfy blankets and come on, can anyone here honestly say they don’t like fire water? Didn't they killed your entirely family in a raid last week? Ok I’ll admit there are some cultural differences.You Pale face -loving hippie!Excuse me but pale-face seems like a racially charged term.Could we call them something less offensive?Like what "Comes with trees"?Their boots make a cracking sound when they walk.. why don't we call them crackers!!From now on Everybody calls white people crackers.How do we keep these damn crackers from coming here? We could put up a GIANT FENCE to keep the crackers from sneaking into our lands….Oh come on you know. Those crackers will find some way to sneak in. We need enforcement...I say we lock their crackers’ ass up!Enough!.. Tomorrow I’ll issue my ruling directly to the crackers.As protector of the land between Sacred Here Mountain and lake Popozao,I declare the following new laws.All uninvited crackers will now be considered Illegal crackers.And we can send back to where they came from at any time.SEND US BACK to ENGLAND?..England? We thought you came from the moon.Furthermore Illegal crackers are now required to register with our guest Indian program and after living in harmony.With the land for at least 6 years they will be giving a junior scout card.That must be presented at all trade…posts.. casino..))))))))))))((((((((((Yes we can!Yes we can!.. You got to be kidding me.Yes you can what ?Yes we can live here and work in this new land.It ʽs our basic human rights.And what about our right… How dare you fly a foreign flag n our country ?How dare you? What are you like a Wookie?I hate crackers!!!!..)))))))))))))(((((((((((((..It ʽs the eagles they have come to bring us wisdom.Listen ..Everybody just chill out ok men? Everybody.These people are immigrating .. migrating.These people came here because England sucks, I mean.. Nobody would live in England if they had a choice right? freaking cold there! So if we welcome this new wave of immigrants….No harm will come to us? Probably not what worse happened? And so the Indians live in harmony with Whitemen forever.And Immigration was never a problem in America…again..