YEHUDA EMMANUEL
- My father was a barber when he was young.
He worked in Thessaloniki, head of Perea.
- My father, too, was a barber when he was young,
on the hair of Heraklion, of fine Crete.
- My father went to Albania.
He fought fascism that was coming with fury.
- My father, too, went to Albania
and maybe they met in Pindos' landscapes.
Hey there, Yehuda Emmanuel,
hey there, Greece and Israel.
As we sing together,
there is no longer a "here" and a "there"
and there's only the music left.
We are going inside the meaning.
Good and bad ones can fit in.
Go in and we'll follow.
- My father was taken to Auschwitz.
The Germans and the Nazis were opening a black wound.
- My father was put in prison
by Mussolino-Italians - they thought they had won.
- My father goes down to Haifa,
he deeply realises that I am to come into life.
- My father goes back to dear Crete.
As soon as the war ends, mother gives birth to me.
Hey there, Yehuda Emmanuel,
hey there, Greece and Israel.
As we sing together,
there is no longer a "here" and a "there"
and there's only the music left.
We are going inside the meaning.
Good and bad ones can fit in.
Go in and we'll follow.
Hey there, Yehuda Emmanuel...
