Я вашу бургундскую полечку перепёр на родной язык...
Автор: Дибутил ФталатИ не полечку, а марш. И не на родной, а на иностранный. И не перепёр, а художественно интерпретировал...
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With cheerful music our hearts are contented,
It helps to drive all our sorrows away,
This song is loved in the towns that pretending,
And in the cities they sing it all the day.
This song will help us to build and keep striving,
It is a friend that will lead and show the way,
The one who marches with music, surviving,
Has not a reason to dread or fall away!
So forward march, all you youth of the nation,
Go sing your songs with a voice clear and grand,
We conquer space, time and all of creation,
The very future now rests in our hand.
This song will help us to build and keep striving,
It is a friend that will lead and show the way,
The one who marches with music, surviving,
Has not a reason to dread or fall away!
We like the view that we see in the mirrors,
On arctic pole, or beneath endless sky,
And when the country demands we be heroes,
We'll hold our spirits as heroes up and high.
This song will help us to build and keep striving,
It is a friend that will lead and show the way,
The one who marches with music, surviving,
Has not a reason to dread or fall away!
And we can laugh and can sing with elation
Amidst the challenge of effort and strife,
For we were born to a resolute station,
And never taught to give up in our life.
This song will help us to build and keep striving,
It is a friend that will lead and show the way,
The one who marches with music, surviving,
Has not a reason to dread or fall away!
And should a foe try to take all our gladness
And challenge us with their power and might,
We’ll sing our battle song, shaking off sadness,
And stand and fight for the things we know are right!
This song will help us to build and keep striving,
It is a friend that will lead and show the way,
The one who marches with music, surviving,
Has not a reason to dread or fall away!