Oh Mamacita
Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God.
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them,
can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real,
four billion spectators look on;
judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cut
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God.
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them,
can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real,
four billion spectators look on;
judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cut
Ca the Yowes : Call the Ewes
So sad am I without thee, dear harp of my heart.
When I am lonely, love's light will surely
find the old pathway to thee.
Chorus
Bheir mi òro bhan o, Bheir mi òro bhan i,
Bheir mi òru o ho, 'S mi tha bronach's tu'm dhith.
'S iomadh oidhche fliuch is fuar
Ghabh mi cuairt is mi leam fhin,
Gus an d'rainig mi'n t-àit
Far'n robh gradh geal mo chridh.
Chorus
'Na mo chlàrsaich cha robh ceòl
'Na mo mheoirean cha robh àgh,
Rinn do phògsa mo leon,
Fhuair mi Eolas an dàin.
Chorus