Latma Satire Song: We are the Children of Oslo 93

Must see Latma Satire Song: We are the Children of Oslo 93






http://youtu.be/DgOS6ZOvcJs



Hats off to the Latma team.



Their satire of "We are the children of winter 1973" is their most powerful

production ever.

[To play with English subtitles

http://youtu.be/DgOS6ZOvcJs ]



To fully appreciate just how good this "Oslo Balad" is, you need to know the background of the song that it is a satire of: "We are the children of

winter 1973"



Here are the words to the original song written after the 1973 Yom Kippur war.

[Words translated by Chana Shuvaly of Melbourne, Australia.

source: http://www.hebrewsongs.com/song-choref73.htm ]



We are the children of winter 1973

You dreamed us first at dawn at the end of the battles

You were tired men that thanked their good luck

You were worried young women and you wanted so much to love

When you conceived us with love in winter 1973

You wanted to fill up with your bodies that what the war finished

And we were born the country was wounded and sad

You looked at us you hugged us you were trying to find comfort

When we were born the elders blessed with tears in their eyes

They said:" we wish those kids will not have to go to the army"

And your faces in the old picture prove

That you said it form the bottom of your hearts

When you promised to do every thing for us

To make an enemy into a loved one



You promised a dove,

an olive tree leaf,

you promised peace

You promised spring at home and blossoms

You promised to fulfill promises, you promised a dove



We are the children of winter 1973

We grew up and now in the army

with our weapon and helmet on our heads

We know how to make love to laugh and cry

We are men we are women

and we too dream about babies

This is why we will not pressure you we will demand of you

And we will not threaten you

When we were young you said promises need to be kept

We will give you strength if that is what you need

We will not hold back

We just wanted to whisper

We are the children of that winter in the year 1973



You promised a dove,

an olive tree leaf,

you promised peace

You promised spring at home and blossoms

You promised to fulfill promises,

you promised a dove







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During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.



George Orwell