Usually I end my Friday posts with some music videos. Today I start my post with one. My parents used to sing this song often on long car trips. my earliest childhood was filled with many car trips to visit my ailing grandparents. I am not exactly sure why this has been my earworm for the past while but I decide to look it up. The melody is an old russian military march, the words רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר לֶחָבֵר פָּרַבֶּלוּם רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר לֶחָבֵר תַּת-מִקְלָע בְּעַד אַחִים טְבוּחִים בַּגֶּטוֹ, שֶׁלֹּא הִגִּיעוּ לִגְבוּלָהּ – נִתֵּן – רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר... בְּעַד סְפינַת גּוֹלִים נוֹדֶדֶת שֶׁלֹּא הִגִּיעָה לְאַרְצָהּ – נִתֵּן – רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר... A rough translation is It's time to give the floor to our friend Parabellum the right to speak to our friend the sub machine gun on behalf of our brothers slaughtered in the ghettos that didn't get to arrive at our borders on behalf of the ship bobbing on the ocean that hasn't been allowed to dock on it's shores The song w
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