Suddenly sadness

When we listen to music, we don't pay much attention to what the words are saying as we are too busy understanding the "most important language in the world": music.

But when they sing in another language it becomes more obvious. And, suddenly, one day, we either listen carefully to the lyrics or Goggle them and realise, sometimes, that a song that has always been a Saturday-night song is, in fact, a very sad song.

These last days I have had a few songs in my mind (as always). One is from Najwa and the other from Bob Marley. This came across in a conversation with my sister and we did realise how sad it was.

Some of you are not English speaking so, please, for this time, pay attention to the lyrics. The English ones, if you never did before, do now; if you did, enjoy and cry.

Bob Marley – Buffalo Soldier

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta:
There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

I mean it, when I analyze the stench –
To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta –
Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America.

If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn't have to ask me,
Who the 'eck do I think I am.

I'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America.

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, (...)

Buffalo Soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America;
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean.

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, (...)

Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America;
Troddin' through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier –
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta.

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy, (...)