The Gypsy Fiddler's Song

(A song to be sung without teeth and played without a bow; a movie to be shot with eyes.)

Green leaves are on the trees, green as apples.
Millions of flowers are in the fields.
The dog days are fast approaching;
July is almost upon us.

The tyrant is in the people's palace;
He takes our sons and daughters
And sends them to the faraway desert,
There to leave pieces of themselves --
This one a leg,
This one an arm,
That one a hand and an eye.

Millions of green leaves are on the trees,
July is almost upon us.

Bush the tyrant is taking everything;
He has taken all the money.
He makes us work long overtimes for nothing,
Without even time for a cigarette
Or a slice of pizza.

July is almost upon us;
He has even taken the cool breezes.
In the end he will take even the light.

Millions of green leaves,
People are in the streets
Calling out the name of the criminal.
"Bush, you have ruined our country."

Where are the soldiers?
In front of the people's palace,
Threatening the people with guns and bayonets.
"We're your brothers and sisters," the people say,
"We're your parents, your grandparents,
"Your aunts and uncles -- join us."

The dog days are fast approaching;
July is almost upon us.
In July, the month of revolution, the people say
"The tyrant is finished."

"Come out you coward, and face your judgment."

Millions of green leaves are on the trees,
And in the field, a million flowers.

(Adapted from the Gypsy fiddler's song "Balada Conducatorolui" in "Latcho Drom.")