Wehrmacht Kali Ma
Aborym Lyrics


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Noi siamo i figli dei Padri Ammalati
Aquile al tempo di mutar le piume
Svolazziamo muti attoniti e affamati
Sull'agonia di un nome
Non irrider fratello se del passato piango
Canto le ebbrezze dei bagni d'azzurro
e l'ideale che annega nel fango..




Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Aborym's song Wehrmacht Kali Ma are very powerful and contain a lot of symbolism. The first two lines, "Noi siamo i figli dei Padri Ammalati / Aquile al tempo di mutar le piume" can be translated to "We are the children of sick fathers / Eagles in the time of changing feathers." This line implies that the singer and their fellow countrymen are the descendants of those who have suffered and endured hardships. They are strong and resilient, like eagles changing their feathers.


The next line, "Svolazziamo muti attoniti e affamati / Sull'agonia di un nome" can be translated to "We flutter silently, astonished and hungry / On the agony of a name." This line suggests that the people are struggling to survive and are hungry for change. They are on the verge of something, but don't quite know what it is yet.


The singer then addresses their brother, saying "Non irrider fratello se del passato piango / Canto le ebbrezze dei bagni d'azzurro / e l'ideale che annega nel fango." This line translates to "Do not laugh, brother, if I cry for the past / I sing the intoxication of blue baths / and the ideal that drowns in the mud." This line is a reflection on the past and the idealized notions of beauty that have been lost. The singer is mourning what once was, but acknowledging the reality of the mud and the dirt and the work that needs to be done to move forward.


Overall, Wehrmacht Kali Ma is a powerful song that reflects on the past and looks to the future. It is a call to action, asking people to acknowledge the hardships and struggles that have come before, but to also look forward and work towards change.


Line by Line Meaning

Noi siamo i figli dei Padri Ammalati
We are the offspring of sick fathers


Aquile al tempo di mutar le piume
Eagles at the time of changing feathers


Svolazziamo muti attoniti e affamati
We flutter, silent, stunned and hungry


Sull'agonia di un nome
On the agony of a name


Non irrider fratello se del passato piango
Do not mock, brother, if I cry for the past


Canto le ebbrezze dei bagni d'azzurro
I sing the delights of azure baths


e l'ideale che annega nel fango..
and the ideal that drowns in the mud..




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joeydarkstar 987

regret giving this cd away back in the day :\

The Viking Pureblood

You might find it on Discogs. I found so many hidden gems on that site. I really like it.

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