Pe ritmuri olimpice
Imaginati-va cum ar suna imnul tarii cantat de niste sindicalisti din oricare din tarile de mai jos (am ales sa nu traduc "liber" niste cuvinte solemne:D). Parca la noi se potriveste mai bine. De fiecare data. Ca si cand mesajul imnului nostru trece neobservat in secunda imediat urmatoare rostirii, inca (si mai ales) de la primul vers.
Parca penibilitatea de a cere salarii si drepturi pe ritmuri de imn national ar fi prea mare in cazul Belgiei sau a Marii Britanii dar la noi nu, la noi parca suna firesc. Atat de firesc incat versurile noastre ar fi mai corect numite “imnul celor care repeta mecanic si (mai ales) in vremuri de restriste cuvinte voit impresionabile cu iz de revendicari”.
Parca, totusi, ar fi mai potrivite niste legi clare pentru solutionarea situatiei salariale de fata, nu “cantarea Romaniei” in strada … desi cand iti ajunge drama la os parca nu mai e loc de "asa nu"...
E trist oricum…nu trist, dramatic, crunt, revoltator, descurajant.
Land of mountains, land of streams,
Land of fields, land of spires,
Land of hammers, with a rich future,
You are the home of great sons,
A nation blessed by its sense of beauty,
Highly praisedAustria
Strongly fought for, fiercely contested,
You are in the centre of the Continent
Like a strong heart,
You have borne since the earliest days
The burden of a high mission,
Much triedAustria
Watch us striding free and believing,
With courage, into new eras,
Working cheerfully and full of hope,
In fraternal chorus let us take in unity
The oath of allegiance to you, our country,
Our much beloved Austria.
Land of fields, land of spires,
Land of hammers, with a rich future,
You are the home of great sons,
A nation blessed by its sense of beauty,
Highly praised
Strongly fought for, fiercely contested,
You are in the centre of the Continent
Like a strong heart,
You have borne since the earliest days
The burden of a high mission,
Much tried
Watch us striding free and believing,
With courage, into new eras,
Working cheerfully and full of hope,
In fraternal chorus let us take in unity
The oath of allegiance to you, our country,
Our much beloved Austria.
United around the flag,
With one desire and one goal,
Let us pledge our word of honour
To fight for our salvation
Only he who is a born traitor
Averts from the struggle.
He who is brave is not daunted,
But falls - a martyr to the cause.
With one desire and one goal,
Let us pledge our word of honour
To fight for our salvation
Only he who is a born traitor
Averts from the struggle.
He who is brave is not daunted,
But falls - a martyr to the cause.
BELGIA
O beloved Belgium
Our heart and soul are dedicated to you.
Our strength and the blood of our veins we offer,
Be our goal, in work and battle.
Prosper, O country, in unbreakable unity,
Always be yourself and free.
Trust in the word that, undaunted, you can speak:
For King, for Freedom and for Law.
For King, for Freedom and for Law.
Our heart and soul are dedicated to you.
Our strength and the blood of our veins we offer,
Be our goal, in work and battle.
Prosper, O country, in unbreakable unity,
Always be yourself and free.
Trust in the word that, undaunted, you can speak:
For King, for Freedom and for Law.
For King, for Freedom and for Law.
MAREA BRITANIE
God Save the Queen
God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen!
O lord God arise,
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall!
Confound their knavish tricks,
Confuse their politics,
On you our hopes we fix,
God save the Queen!
Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world ov'er
From every latent foe,
From the assasins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
ForBritain
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!
Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen!
O lord God arise,
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall!
Confound their knavish tricks,
Confuse their politics,
On you our hopes we fix,
God save the Queen!
Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world ov'er
From every latent foe,
From the assasins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!
Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
Proudly rise the Balkan peaks,
At their feet Blue Danube flows;
Over Thrace the sun is shining,
Pirin looms in purple glow.
Oh, dear native land,
Earthly paradise!
For your loveliness, your beauty
E'er will charm our eyes.
CROATIA
At their feet Blue Danube flows;
Over Thrace the sun is shining,
Pirin looms in purple glow.
Oh, dear native land,
Earthly paradise!
For your loveliness, your beauty
E'er will charm our eyes.
Our Beautiful Homeland
Beautiful is our homeland,
O so fearless, o so gracious,
Our fathers' ancient glory,
May God bless you, live forever!
You are our only glory,
You are our only treasure,
Yes, we love your plains and valleys,
Yes, we love your hills and mountains.
Sava, Drava, keep on flowing,
Danube , do not lose your vigor,
Deep blue sea go tell the whole world,
That a Croat loves his homeland. When his fields are kissed by sunshine,
When his oaks are whipped by wild winds,
When his dear ones go to heaven,
Still his heart beats forCroatia
Beautiful is our homeland,
O so fearless, o so gracious,
Our fathers' ancient glory,
May God bless you, live forever!
You are our only glory,
You are our only treasure,
Yes, we love your plains and valleys,
Yes, we love your hills and mountains.
Sava, Drava, keep on flowing,
Deep blue sea go tell the whole world,
That a Croat loves his homeland. When his fields are kissed by sunshine,
When his oaks are whipped by wild winds,
When his dear ones go to heaven,
Still his heart beats for
CIPRU
I shall always recognise you
By the dreadful sword you hold,
As the earth, with searching vision,
You survey, with spirit bold.
'Twas the Greeks of old whose dying
Brought to birth our spirit free.
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, Oh Liberty!
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you,Liberty ,
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you,Liberty
By the dreadful sword you hold,
As the earth, with searching vision,
You survey, with spirit bold.
'Twas the Greeks of old whose dying
Brought to birth our spirit free.
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, Oh Liberty!
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you,
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you,
CEHIA
Where is my home, where is my home?
Water bubbles across the meadows,
Pinewoods rustle among crags,
The garden is glorious with spring blossom,
Paradise on earth it is to see.
And this is that beautiful land,
The Czech land, my home.
Where is my home, where is my home?
If, in a heavenly land, you have met
Water bubbles across the meadows,
Pinewoods rustle among crags,
The garden is glorious with spring blossom,
And this is that beautiful land,
The Czech land, my home.
Where is my home, where is my home?
If, in a heavenly land, you have met
Tender souls in agile frames,
Of clear mind, vigorous and prospering,
And with a strength that frustrates all defiance,
That is the glorious race of the Czechs,
Among Czechs is my home.
Of clear mind, vigorous and prospering,
And with a strength that frustrates all defiance,
That is the glorious race of the Czechs,
Among Czechs is my home.
1.
A lovely land is ours
With beeches green about her
Encircled by the sea
Her hills and vales are manifold
Her name, of old, is Denmark
And she is Freya's home
With beeches green about her
Encircled by the sea
Her hills and vales are manifold
Her name, of old, is Denmark
And she is Freya's home
2.
King Christian stood by the tall mast in smoke and mist;
his sword was hammering so hard,
that the Swedes' helmets and brains cracked.
Then sank every enemy stern and mast in smoke and mist.
"Flee," they screamed, "flee as flee can!
Who can stand up toDenmark
his sword was hammering so hard,
that the Swedes' helmets and brains cracked.
Then sank every enemy stern and mast in smoke and mist.
"Flee," they screamed, "flee as flee can!
Who can stand up to
Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the free,
How shall we extole thee,
Who are born of thee,
Wider and still wider,
Shall thy bounds be set,
God who made the mighty,
Make thee mightier yet!!,
God who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet!
Mother of the free,
How shall we extole thee,
Who are born of thee,
Wider and still wider,
Shall thy bounds be set,
God who made the mighty,
Make thee mightier yet!!,
God who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet!
FINLANDA
Our land, our land, our fatherland,
Sound loud, O name of worth!
No mount that meets the heaven's band.
No hidden vale, no wave-washed strand.
Is loved, as is our native North.
Our own forefathers' earth.
Thy blossom, in the bud laid low,
Yet ripened shall upspring.
See! From our love once more shall grow
Thy light, thy joy, thy hope, thy glow!
And clearer yet one day shall ring
The song our land shall sing.
Sound loud, O name of worth!
No mount that meets the heaven's band.
No hidden vale, no wave-washed strand.
Is loved, as is our native North.
Our own forefathers' earth.
Thy blossom, in the bud laid low,
Yet ripened shall upspring.
See! From our love once more shall grow
Thy light, thy joy, thy hope, thy glow!
And clearer yet one day shall ring
The song our land shall sing.
FRANTA
Ye sons of France
Hark! Hark! the people bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts a ruffian band
Affright and desolate the land
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On liberty or death.
Oh liberty can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, and bar confine thee?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield;
But freedom is our sword and shield
And all their arts are unavailing.
GERMANIA
Hark! Hark! the people bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts a ruffian band
Affright and desolate the land
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On liberty or death.
Oh liberty can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, and bar confine thee?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield;
But freedom is our sword and shield
And all their arts are unavailing.
Unity and right and freedom for the German fatherland;
Let us all pursue this purpose brotherly, with heart and hand.
Unity and right and freedom are the pledge of happiness.
Flourish in this blessing's glory, flourish, German fatherland.
Let us all pursue this purpose brotherly, with heart and hand.
Unity and right and freedom are the pledge of happiness.
Flourish in this blessing's glory, flourish, German fatherland.
GRECIA
We knew thee of old,
Oh, divinely restored,
By the lights of thine eyes
And the light of thy Sword
From the graves of our slain
Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again-
Hail,Liberty
Oh, divinely restored,
By the lights of thine eyes
And the light of thy Sword
From the graves of our slain
Shall thy valour prevail
As we greet thee again-
Hail,
UNGARIA
God Bless the Hungarians
With good cheer and propriety
Extend a protective arm
If they fight the enemy.
Torn by misfortune for long,
Give them happy years.
These people have expiated
The past and the future.
With good cheer and propriety
Extend a protective arm
If they fight the enemy.
Torn by misfortune for long,
Give them happy years.
These people have expiated
The past and the future.
IRLANDA
We'll sing song, a soldier's song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
Soldiers are we
whose lives are pledged toIreland
Some have come
from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free,
No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song
In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We'll chant a soldier's song
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Inisfail
Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silv'ry glow,
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant a soldier's song.
ITALIA
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
Soldiers are we
whose lives are pledged to
Some have come
from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free,
No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song
In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We'll chant a soldier's song
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Inisfail
Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silv'ry glow,
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant a soldier's song.
ITALIA
Italian Brothers,
Italy
She has wreathed her head
With the helmet of Scipio.
Where is Victory?
She bows her head to you,
You, whom God created
As the slave ofRome
Let us band together,
We are ready to die,
Italy
She has wreathed her head
With the helmet of Scipio.
Where is Victory?
She bows her head to you,
You, whom God created
As the slave of
Let us band together,
We are ready to die,
High above the young Rhine
Lies Liechtenstein, resting
On Alpine heights.
This beloved homeland,
This dear fatherland
Was chosen for us by
God's wise hand.
Long liveLiechtenstein ,
Blossoming on the youngRhine ,
Happy and faithful!
Long live the Prince of the Land,
Long live our fatherland,
United by brotherly bonds and free!
Lies Liechtenstein, resting
On Alpine heights.
This beloved homeland,
This dear fatherland
Was chosen for us by
God's wise hand.
Long live
Blossoming on the young
Happy and faithful!
Long live the Prince of the Land,
Long live our fatherland,
United by brotherly bonds and free!
LITUANIA
Let your sons draw strength from the past.
Let your chidren follow only the path of virtue,
working for the good of their native land and for all mankind.
Let the sun banish all darkness from
with light and truth always guiding our steps.
Let the love of
And for the sake of our country, let unity blossom.
LUXEMBURG
Where slow you see the Alzette flow,
The Sura play wild pranks,
Where lovely vineyards amply grow,
Upon the Moselle's banks,
There lies the land for which our thanks
Are owed to God above,
Our own, our native land which ranks
Well foremost in our love.
Oh Father in Heaven, Whose powerful hand
Makes states or lays them low,
Protect the Luxembourger land
From foreign yoke and woe.
God's golden liberty bestow
On us now as of yore.
Let Freedom's sun in glory glow
For now and evermore.
The Sura play wild pranks,
Where lovely vineyards amply grow,
Upon the Moselle's banks,
There lies the land for which our thanks
Are owed to God above,
Our own, our native land which ranks
Well foremost in our love.
Oh Father in Heaven, Whose powerful hand
Makes states or lays them low,
Protect the Luxembourger land
From foreign yoke and woe.
God's golden liberty bestow
On us now as of yore.
Let Freedom's sun in glory glow
For now and evermore.
Today on Macedonia
the new sun of liberty
The Macedonians fight
for their own rights!
The Macedonians fight
for their own rights!
For now on, the flag flies
(that) of the Krushevo Republic
Goce Delchev, Pitu Guli
Dame Gruev, Sandanski!
Goce Delchev, Pitu Guli
Dame Gruev, Sandanski!
The burning Macedonian forests sing
(of) new songs, new news
Macedonia is liberated
Liberty
Macedonia is liberated
Liberty
the new sun of liberty
The Macedonians fight
for their own rights!
The Macedonians fight
for their own rights!
For now on, the flag flies
(that) of the Krushevo Republic
Goce Delchev, Pitu Guli
Dame Gruev, Sandanski!
Goce Delchev, Pitu Guli
Dame Gruev, Sandanski!
The burning Macedonian forests sing
(of) new songs, new news
OLANDA
William of Nassau am I, of Germanic descent;
True to the fatherland I remain until death.
Prince ofOrange
To the King of Spain I have always given honour.
You, my God and Lord, are my shield, on You I rely.
On You I will build; never leave me,
So that I may remain pious, your servant at all moments,
Dispelling the tyranny that wounds my heart.
True to the fatherland I remain until death.
Prince of
To the King of Spain I have always given honour.
You, my God and Lord, are my shield, on You I rely.
On You I will build; never leave me,
So that I may remain pious, your servant at all moments,
Dispelling the tyranny that wounds my heart.
NORVEGIA
Yes, we love with fond devotion
This our land that looms
Rugged, storm-scared o'er the ocean,
With her thousand homes.
Love her, in our love recalling
Those who gave us birth.
And old tales which night, in falling
Bring as dreams to earth.
And old tales which night, in falling
Bring as dreams, as dreams to earth.
Norse man, whatsoe'er thy station,
Thank thy God, Whose power
Willed and wrought the land's salvation
In her darkest hour.
All our mothers sought with weeping
And our sires in fight,
God has fashioned, in His keeping
Till we gained our right.
God has fashioned, in His keeping
Till we gained, we gained our right.
Yes, we love with fond devotion
This our land that looms
Rugged, storm-scared o'er the ocean,
With her thousand homes.
And, as warrior sires have made her
Wealth and fame increase,
At the call we too will aid her,
Armed to guard her peace.
At the call we too will aid her,
Armed to guard, to guard her peace.
This our land that looms
Rugged, storm-scared o'er the ocean,
With her thousand homes.
Love her, in our love recalling
Those who gave us birth.
And old tales which night, in falling
Bring as dreams to earth.
And old tales which night, in falling
Bring as dreams, as dreams to earth.
Norse man, whatsoe'er thy station,
Thank thy God, Whose power
Willed and wrought the land's salvation
In her darkest hour.
All our mothers sought with weeping
And our sires in fight,
God has fashioned, in His keeping
Till we gained our right.
God has fashioned, in His keeping
Till we gained, we gained our right.
Yes, we love with fond devotion
This our land that looms
Rugged, storm-scared o'er the ocean,
With her thousand homes.
And, as warrior sires have made her
Wealth and fame increase,
At the call we too will aid her,
Armed to guard her peace.
At the call we too will aid her,
Armed to guard, to guard her peace.
POLONIA
As long as we remain,
What the foe by force has seized,
Sword in hand we'll gain.
March! March, Dabrowski!
March fromItaly to Poland
Under your command
We shall reach our land.
Cross theVistula and Warta
And Poles we shall be;
We've been shown byBonaparte
Ways
March from
Under your command
We shall reach our land.
Cross the
And Poles we shall be;
We've been shown by
Ways
Mother of God
O Mother of God, Virgin blessed by God, Maria!
With your son, our Lord, O mother chosen, Maria!
Intercede for us, send Him to us.
Kyrie Eleison.
For the sake of thy Baptist, O Son of God,
Hear our voices, grant the wishes of men
Hear the prayer which we offer
And deign to giv what we ask,
On earth a happy sojourn,
And after life to reside in paradise.
Kyrie Eleison.
O Mother of God, Virgin blessed by God, Maria!
With your son, our Lord, O mother chosen, Maria!
Intercede for us, send Him to us.
Kyrie Eleison.
For the sake of thy Baptist, O Son of God,
Hear our voices, grant the wishes of men
Hear the prayer which we offer
And deign to giv what we ask,
On earth a happy sojourn,
And after life to reside in paradise.
Kyrie Eleison.
PORTUGALIA
Heroes of the sea, noble race,
Valiant and immortal nation,
Now is the hour to raise up on high once more
Portugal
From out of the mists of memory,
Oh Homeland, we hear the voices
Of your great forefathers
That shall lead you on to victory!
To arms, to arms
On land and sea!
To arms, to arms
To fight for our Homeland!
To march against the enemy guns!
Unfurl the unconquerable flag
In the bright light of your sky!
Cry out to allEurope and the whole world
That Portugal has not perished.
Your happy land is kissed
By the Ocean that murmurs with love.
And your conquering arm
Has given new worlds to the world!
Salute the Sun that rises
On a smiling future:
Let the echo of an insult be
The signal for our revival.
The rays of that powerful dawn
Are like a mother's kisses
That protect us and support us
Against the insults of fate.
Valiant and immortal nation,
Now is the hour to raise up on high once more
From out of the mists of memory,
Oh Homeland, we hear the voices
Of your great forefathers
That shall lead you on to victory!
To arms, to arms
On land and sea!
To arms, to arms
To fight for our Homeland!
To march against the enemy guns!
Unfurl the unconquerable flag
In the bright light of your sky!
Cry out to all
That Portugal has not perished.
Your happy land is kissed
By the Ocean that murmurs with love.
And your conquering arm
Has given new worlds to the world!
Salute the Sun that rises
On a smiling future:
Let the echo of an insult be
The signal for our revival.
The rays of that powerful dawn
Are like a mother's kisses
That protect us and support us
Against the insults of fate.
Wake up, Romanian from the sleep of death,
you've been sunken in by the barbarian tyrants!
Now or never, it's time to sew yourself a destiny,
all your enemies should adore! Now or never, we have to demonstrate the world
that in our hands still flows romanian blood
and we keep proudly one name in our breats,
the glorious name of Traian!
Marvellous shadows, Mihai, Stefan, Corvine,
look at your successors - the romanian nation!
With armed arms, with your fire in their veins,
they all shout: "Living in freedom, or death!".
Priests with the crucifix on their foreheads
a christian army,
the motto is freedom and it's aim is sacred.
We rather fall in fight, with unflawed glory
than beeing slaves again on our own ancient place.
you've been sunken in by the barbarian tyrants!
Now or never, it's time to sew yourself a destiny,
all your enemies should adore! Now or never, we have to demonstrate the world
that in our hands still flows romanian blood
and we keep proudly one name in our breats,
the glorious name of Traian!
Marvellous shadows, Mihai, Stefan, Corvine,
look at your successors - the romanian nation!
With armed arms, with your fire in their veins,
they all shout: "Living in freedom, or death!".
Priests with the crucifix on their foreheads
a christian army,
the motto is freedom and it's aim is sacred.
We rather fall in fight, with unflawed glory
than beeing slaves again on our own ancient place.
RUSIA
The powerful strength and the great glory
Are your properties for all the time.
Long live our Fatherland, land of the free,
The eternal union of brothers nations,
Given by ancestors the people's wiseness!
Long live our land! We are proud of you!
Other two rhymes will be sent later.
Thank you for interesting page.
With respect
Evgenii Bergman,
Scotland
Flower of Scotland
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare now,
And Autumn leaves
lie thick and still,
O'er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
Those days are past now,
And in the past
they must remain,
But we can still rise now,
And be the nation again,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
Flower of Scotland
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare now,
And Autumn leaves
lie thick and still,
O'er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
Those days are past now,
And in the past
they must remain,
But we can still rise now,
And be the nation again,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
God of Justice; Thou who saved us
when in deepest bondage cast,
Hear Thy Serbian children’s voices,
Be our help as in the past.
With Thy mighty hand sustain us,
Still our rugged pathway trace;
God, our hope; protect and cherish
Serbian crown and Serbian race!
Bind in closest links our kindred
Teach the love that will not fail,
May the loathed fiend of discord
Never in our ranks prevail.
Let the golden fruits of union
Our young tree of freedom grace;
God, our Master! guide and prosper
Serbian crown and Serbian race.
Lord! Avert from us Thy vengeance,
Thunder of Thy dreaded ire;
Bless each Serbian town and hamlet,
Mountain, meadow, heart and spire.
When our host goes forth to battle
Death or victory to embrace-
God of armies! be our leader
Strengthen then the Serbian race.
On our sepulchre of ages
Breaks the resurrection morn,
From the slough of direst slavery
Serbia
Through five hundred years of durance
We have knelt before Thy face,
All our kin, O God! deliver,
Thus entreats the Serbian race.
when in deepest bondage cast,
Hear Thy Serbian children’s voices,
Be our help as in the past.
With Thy mighty hand sustain us,
Still our rugged pathway trace;
God, our hope; protect and cherish
Serbian crown and Serbian race!
Bind in closest links our kindred
Teach the love that will not fail,
May the loathed fiend of discord
Never in our ranks prevail.
Let the golden fruits of union
Our young tree of freedom grace;
God, our Master! guide and prosper
Serbian crown and Serbian race.
Lord! Avert from us Thy vengeance,
Thunder of Thy dreaded ire;
Bless each Serbian town and hamlet,
Mountain, meadow, heart and spire.
When our host goes forth to battle
Death or victory to embrace-
God of armies! be our leader
Strengthen then the Serbian race.
On our sepulchre of ages
Breaks the resurrection morn,
From the slough of direst slavery
Through five hundred years of durance
We have knelt before Thy face,
All our kin, O God! deliver,
Thus entreats the Serbian race.
SLOVACIA
Lightning flashes over the Tatra, the thunder pounds wildly,
Let us pause, brothers, they will surely disappear, the Slovaks will revive.
ThisSlovakia
But the thunder and lightning are encouraging it to come alive,
Let us pause, brothers, they will surely disappear, the Slovaks will revive.
This
But the thunder and lightning are encouraging it to come alive,
God's blessing on all nations,
Who long and work for that bright day,
When o'er earth's habitation
No war, no strife shall hold its sway;
Who long to see
That all man free
No more shall foes, but neighbours be.
Who long and work for that bright day,
When o'er earth's habitation
No war, no strife shall hold its sway;
Who long to see
That all man free
No more shall foes, but neighbours be.
SUEDIA
Ye free, ancient country
Ye high mountained north
Ye silent and free
and so delightful
We greet you as loveliest
land upon earth
Your shining sun, your sky
Your pastures green
You rest on your memories
of days great and past
When all round the world
your name was honoured
I know that you'll always remain
the way you were
In my own Nordic land
I'll live forever
ELVETIA
Ye high mountained north
Ye silent and free
and so delightful
We greet you as loveliest
land upon earth
Your shining sun, your sky
Your pastures green
You rest on your memories
of days great and past
When all round the world
your name was honoured
I know that you'll always remain
the way you were
In my own Nordic land
I'll live forever
ELVETIA
When the morning skies grow red
And o'er us their radiance shed,
Thou, O Lord, appeareth in their light.
When theAlps glow bright with splendour,
Pray to God, to Him surrender,
For you feel and understand,
That He dwelleth in this land.
In the sunset Thou art nigh
And beyond the starry sky,
Thou, O loving Father, ever near.
When to Heaven we are departing,
Joy and bliss Thou'lt be imparting,
For we feel and understand
That Thou dwellest in this land.
When dark clouds enshroud the hills
And gray mist the valley fills,
Yet Thou art not hidden from Thy sons.
Pierce the gloom in which we cower
With Thy sunshine's cleansing power
Then we'll feel and understand
That God dwelleth in this land.
And o'er us their radiance shed,
Thou, O Lord, appeareth in their light.
When the
Pray to God, to Him surrender,
For you feel and understand,
That He dwelleth in this land.
In the sunset Thou art nigh
And beyond the starry sky,
Thou, O loving Father, ever near.
When to Heaven we are departing,
Joy and bliss Thou'lt be imparting,
For we feel and understand
That Thou dwellest in this land.
When dark clouds enshroud the hills
And gray mist the valley fills,
Yet Thou art not hidden from Thy sons.
Pierce the gloom in which we cower
With Thy sunshine's cleansing power
Then we'll feel and understand
That God dwelleth in this land.
UCRAINA
Luck will still smile on us brother-Ukrainians.
Our enemies will die, as the dew does in the sunshine,
and we, too, brothers, we'll live happily in our land.
We'll not spare either our souls or bodies to get freedom
and we'll prove that we brothers are of Kozak kin.
O Rome immortal, city of martyrs and saints,
O immortalRome
Glory in the heavens to God our Lord
And peace to men who love Christ!
To you we come, angelic Pastor,
In you we see the gentle Redeemer.
You are the holy heir of our Faith,
You are the comfort and the refuge of those who believe and fight.
Force and terror will not prevail,
But truth and love will reign.
Hail, O Rome,
Eternal abode of memories;
A thousand palms and thousand altars
Sing your praises.
O city of the Apostles,
Mother and guide of the elect,
Light of the nations,
And hope of the world!
Hail, ORome
Your light will never fade;
the splendour of your beauty
Disperses hatred and shame.
O city of the Apostles,
Mother and guide of the elect,
Light of the nations,
And hope of the world!
O immortal
Glory in the heavens to God our Lord
And peace to men who love Christ!
To you we come, angelic Pastor,
In you we see the gentle Redeemer.
You are the holy heir of our Faith,
You are the comfort and the refuge of those who believe and fight.
Force and terror will not prevail,
But truth and love will reign.
Hail, O Rome,
Eternal abode of memories;
A thousand palms and thousand altars
Sing your praises.
O city of the Apostles,
Mother and guide of the elect,
Light of the nations,
And hope of the world!
Hail, O
Your light will never fade;
the splendour of your beauty
Disperses hatred and shame.
O city of the Apostles,
Mother and guide of the elect,
Light of the nations,
And hope of the world!
IUGOSLAVIA
Hey Slavs! our grandfathers' word still lives,
As long as their sons' heart beats for the people.
It lives, the spirit of Slavs lives, it will live for centuries,
The abyss of hell threatens in vain, the fire of thunder is in vain.
Now let everything above us be carried away by the bura.
The rock cracks, the oak breaks, let the ground shake.
We stand steadfastly like cliffs;
Let the traitor of his homeland be damned!
As long as their sons' heart beats for the people.
It lives, the spirit of Slavs lives, it will live for centuries,
The abyss of hell threatens in vain, the fire of thunder is in vain.
Now let everything above us be carried away by the bura.
The rock cracks, the oak breaks, let the ground shake.
We stand steadfastly like cliffs;
Let the traitor of his homeland be damned!
Ce cuprinde in general un imn? Pe scurt: preaslavirea propriului teritoriu, indemnarea la arme si acte de vitejie, un “capul plecat sabie il taie” sau "nu te fa frate cu dracu' pana treci puntea"(exceptie la ambele:
Imnul Germaniei mi se pare cel mai graitor pentru felul de a fi al societatii in ansamblu : simplu si la obiect indeamna la solidaritate, munca si mandria de neam.
Imnul Sloveniei te unge la suflet :D, iar versurile Poloniei si Ucrainei (o fi intamplator?) incep pe aceleasi acorduri semantice: “Poland has not yet succumbed”/ “Ukraine
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