February 08, 2005

On an Almost Related Note

I love "La Marseillaise" and can even waddle through it in French, because I love lustily crying:

"Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons."

That "marchons, marchons!" part always gets my juices flowing.

However, I fear it is less wonderful in translation:

Let us go, children of the fatherland
Our day of Glory has arrived.
Against us stands tyranny,
The bloody flag is raised,
The bloody flag is raised.
Do you hear in the countryside
The roar of these savage soldiers
They come right into our arms
To cut the throats of your sons,
your country.

To arms, citizens!
Form up your battalions
Let us march, Let us march!
That their impure blood
Should water our fields

I really don't support that impure blood tillage business. But, man oh man what an anthem.

On the other hand, I understand why the Soviet National Anthem has fallen from favor...

Great Russia has welded forever to stand.
Created in struggle by will of the people,
United and mighty, our Soviet land!

Sing to the Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong.
O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people,
To Communism's triumph lead us on!

Through tempests the sunrays of freedom have cheered us,
Along the new path where great Lenin did lead.
Be true to the people, thus Stalin has reared us,
Inspire us to labor and valorous deed!

...but I miss its haunting melody.

1 Comments:

Blogger JAB said...

Her Hippy Majesty

God shave our gracious Queen,
Long live our hairy Queen,
God shave the Queen:
Send her legs previous,
Hirsute and nefarious,
Long to brush next to us:
God shave the Queen.

O Lord, our God, arise,
Gather her stylists,
And heat their wax.
Confound her politics,
Hire a Shavitrix,
On thee our hopes we fix:
God shave the Queen.

February 9, 2005 at 10:19 AM  

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