Vive La France! Vive La Liberte!
It's a violent and stunning song, but France has the best national anthem in the world. Remember the Bastille, and listen to what yearning for freedom sounds like.
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Sing along with the lyrics below.
(B/t/w, I know this isn't a real diary, but I looked around for someone to post on Bastille Day and the Marseillaise...and , well, I didn't wan't it to go unnoted.)
Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé!
L'étendard sanglant est levé!
Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Qui viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils et nos compagnes!
Arise children of the motherland,
Our day of glory has arrived!
Over us, the bloodstained banner
Of tyranny holds sway! Oh, do you hear there in our
fields
The roar of these ferocious soldiers?
Who came right here in our midst
To slaughter our sons and wives.
Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons,
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
To arms, oh citizens!
Form up in serried ranks!
March on, march on,
May their impure blood
Flow in our fields!
Amour sacré de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Liberté, Liberté chérie,
Combats avec tes défenseurs!
Combats avec tes défenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
(chorus)
Supreme devotion to our Motherland,
Guides and sustains avenging hands!
Liberty, oh dearest Liberty,
Come fight with your shielding bands!
Beneath our banner come, oh victory,
Answer your soul-stirring cry!
Oh come, come see your foes now die,
Witness your pride and our glory!
(chorus)
Nous entrerons dans la carrière
Quand nos ainés n'y serons plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!
(chorus)
Into the fight we too shall enter,
When our fathers are dead and gone;
We shall find their bones laid down to rest,
With the fame of their glories won,
Oh, to survive them care we not,
Glad are we to share their grave,
Great honor is to be our lot
To follow or to venge our brave.
(chorus)
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