tomaszwit

Hi! This time I want to ask you about your national anthems. Can you write me the lyrics in original and in English.
I will give you Polish one.

Mazurek Dąbrowskiego

Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła,
Kiedy my żyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wzięła,
Szablą odbierzemy.

Marsz, marsz Dąbrowski,
Z ziemi włoskiej do Polski.
Za twoim przewodem
Złączym się z narodem.

Przejdziem Wisłę, przejdziem Wartę,
Będziem Polakami.
Dał nam przykład Bonaparte,
Jak zwyciężać mamy.

Marsz, marsz...

Jak Czarniecki do Poznania
Po szwedzkim zaborze,
Dla ojczyzny ratowania
Wrócim się przez morze.

Marsz, marsz...

Już tam ojciec do swej Basi
Mówi zapłakany —
Słuchaj jeno, pono nasi
Biją w tarabany.

Marsz, marsz...

In English
Dąbrowski's Mazurka

Poland has not yet perished,
So long as we live.
What foreign violence has taken from us,
We will reclaim with sabre.

March, march, Dąbrowski,
From the land of Italy to Poland,
Behind your leadership
We will unite with nation.


We'll cross the Vistula, we'll cross the Warta River,
And we shall be Poles,
Bonaparte has shown us
How to be victorious.


March, march, Dąbrowski...


As Czarniecki to Poznań
After the Swedish occupation,
To save our country
We will return across the sea.


March, march, Dąbrowski...


A father was saying to his Basia
With tears in his eyes:
"Listen, now, are those our boys
Beating the drums."

March, march, Dąbrowski...

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"The bigger deal is to conquer your own language then the foreign one"(Antoni Regulski) but I still want to learn as many languages as I can.

"Większą sztuką jest opanować język własny niż język obcy"(Antoni Regulski), ale ja wciąż chce się nauczyć tylu języków ilu jestem w stanie.

exalted

This is ours(Turks) march


iSTiKLAL MARŞI

Korkma, sönmez bu şafaklarda yüzen al sancak
Sönmeden yurdumun üstünde tüten en son ocak.
O benim milletimin yıldızıdır parlayacak!
O benimdir, o benim milletimindir ancak!

Çatma, kurban olayım, çehreni ey nazlı hilal!
Kahraman ırkıma bir gül... ne bu şiddet, bu celâl?
Sana olmaz dökülen kanlarımız sonra helal.
Hakkıdır, Hakk'a tapan milletimin istiklal.

Ben ezelden beridir hür yaşadım, hür yaşarım;
Hangi çılgın bana zincir vuracakmış? Şaşarım!
Kükremiş sel gibiyim, bendimi çiğner, aşarım.
Yırtarım dağları, enginlere sığmam, taşarım.

Garbın âfâkını sarmışsa çelik zırhlı duvar.
Benim iman dolu göğsüm gibi serhaddim var.
Ulusun, korkma! Nasıl böyle bir imânı boğar,
'Medeniyyet!' dediğin tek dişi kalmış canavar?

Arkadaş, yurduma alçakları uğratma sakın;
Siper et gövdeni, dursun bu hayâsızca akın.
Doğacaktır sana va'dettiği günler Hakk'ın,
Kim bilir, belki yarın, belki yarından da yakın.

Bastığın yerleri 'toprak' diyerek geçme, tanı!
Düşün altındaki binlerce kefensiz yatanı.
Sen şehid oğlusun, incitme, yazıktır, atanı.
Verme, dünyâları alsan da bu cennet vatanı.

Kim bu cennet vatanın uğruna olmaz ki feda?
Şühedâ fışkıracak toprağı sıksan, şühedâ!
Cânı, cânânı, bütün varımı alsın da Hudâ,
Etmesin tek vatanımdan beni dünyâda cüdâ.

Rûhumun senden İlahî, şudur ancak emeli:
Değmesin ma' bedimin göğsüne nâ-mahrem eli!
Bu ezanlar-ki şehâdetleri dinin temeli-
Ebedî yurdumun üstünde benim inlemeli.

O zaman vecd ile bin secde eder -varsa- taşım.
Her cerîhamdan, İlâhî, boşanıp kanlı yaşım;
Fışkırır rûh-ı mücerred gibi yerden na'şım;
O zaman yükselerek arşa değer belki başım!

Dalgalan sen de şafaklar gibi ey şanlı hilâl!
Olsun artık dökülen kanlarımın hepsi helâl.
Ebediyyen sana yok, ırkıma yok izmihlâl;
Hakkıdır, hür yaşamış, bayrağımın hürriyet,
Hakkıdır, Hakk'a tapan milletimin istiklâl!

Mehmet Akif Ersoy

In english:
Independence March

Fear not! For the crimson flag that proudly waves in these dawns, shall never fade,
Before the last fiery hearth that is ablaze within my nation burns out.
And that, is the star of my nation, and it will forever shine;
It is mine; and solely belongs to my nation.

Frown not, I beseech you, oh thou coy crescent,
But smile upon my heroic nation! Why the anger, why the rage?
The blood we shed for you will not be worthy otherwise;
For freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation.

I have been free since the beginning and forever will be so.
What madman shall put me in chains! I defy the very idea!
I'm like the roaring flood; powerful and independent,
I'll tear apart mountains, exceed the heavens and still gush out!

The lands of the West may be armored with walls of steel,
But I have borders guarded by the mighty chest of a believer.
Recognize your innate strength! And think: how can this fiery faith ever be killed,
By that battered, single-toothed monster you call "civilization"?

My friend! Leave not my homeland to the hands of villainous men!
Render your chest as armor! Stop this disgraceful rush!
For soon shall be come the day of promised freedom...
Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? Perhaps even sooner!

See not the soil you tread on as mere earth,
But think about the thousands beneath you that lie without even shrouds.
You're the noble son of a martyr, take shame, hurt not your ancestor!
Unhand not, even when you're promised worlds, this paradise of a homeland.

What man would not die for this heavenly piece of land?
Martyrs would gush out if you just squeeze the soil! Martyrs!
May God take all my loved ones and possessions from me if he will,
But may he not deprive me of my one true homeland for the world.

O Lord, the sole wish of my heart is that,
No infidel's hand should touch the bosom of my temple.
These adhans, the shahadah of which is the base of the religion,
Shall sound loud over my eternal homeland.

Then my tombstone - if there is one - will a thousand times touch its forehead on earth (like in salah) in ecstasy,
O Lord, tears of blood flowing out of my every wound,
My corpse will gush out from the earth like a spirit,
And then, my head will perhaps rise and reach the heavens.

So flap and wave like the dawning sky, oh glorious crescent,
So that our every last drop of blood may finally be worthy!
Neither you nor my nation shall ever be extinguished!
For freedom is the absolute right of my ever-free flag;
For freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation!
Mehmet Âkif ERSOY

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I'm proud of being a Turk!

arko_ovidiu

Romania's national anthem ("Desteapta-te Romane" - "Awaken thee, Romanian!") has eleven verses. In vocal performances it is usual to sing verses 1 and 2, or 1, 2, and 4 (sometimes in the order 1, 4, 2).

romanian:

Deşteaptă-te, române, din somnul cel de moarte,
În care te-adânciră barbarii de tirani
Acum ori niciodată croieşte-ţi altă soarte,
La care să se-nchine şi cruzii tăi duşmani.

Acum ori niciodată să dăm dovezi în lume
Că-n aste mâni mai curge un sânge de roman,
Şi că-n a noastre piepturi păstrăm cu fală-un nume
Triumfător în lupte, un nume de Traian.

Înalţă-ţi lata frunte şi cată-n giur de tine,
Cum stau ca brazi în munte voinicii sute de mii;
Un glas ei mai aşteaptă şi sar ca lupi în stâne,
Bătrâni, bărbaţi, juni, tineri, din munţi şi din câmpii.

Priviţi, măreţe umbre, Mihai, Ştefan, Corvine,
Româna naţiune, ai voştri strănepoţi,
Cu braţele armate, cu focul vostru-n vine,
"Viaţă-n libertate ori moarte" strigă toţi.

Pre voi vă nimiciră a pizmei răutate
Şi oarba neunire la Milcov şi Carpaţi
Dar noi, pătrunşi la suflet de sfânta libertate,
Jurăm că vom da mâna, să fim pururea fraţi.

O mamă văduvită de la Mihai cel Mare
Pretinde de la fii-şi azi mână d-ajutori,
Şi blastămă cu lacrămi în ochi pe orişicare,
În astfel de pericul s-ar face vânzători.

De fulgere să piară, de trăsnet şi pucioasă,
Oricare s-ar retrage din gloriosul loc,
Când patria sau mama, cu inima duioasă,
Va cere ca să trecem prin sabie şi foc.

N-ajunge iataganul barbarei semilune,
A cărui plăgi fatale şi azi le mai simţim;
Acum se vâră cnuta în vetrele străbune,
Dar martor ne e Domnul că vii nu o primim.

N-ajunge despotismul cu-ntreaga lui orbie,
Al cărui jug de seculi ca vitele-l purtăm;
Acum se-ncearcă cruzii, cu oarba lor trufie,
Să ne răpească limba, dar morţi numai o dăm.

Români din patru unghiuri, acum ori niciodată
Uniţi-vă în cuget, uniţi-vă-n simţiri.
Strigaţi în lumea largă că Dunărea-i furată
Prin intrigă şi silă, viclene uneltiri.

Preoţi, cu crucea-n frunte căci oastea e creştină,
Deviza-i libertate şi scopul ei preasfânt.
Murim mai bine-n luptă, cu glorie deplină,
Decât să fim sclavi iarăşi în vechiul nost'pământ.

literal translation in English

Wake up, O Romanian, from your deadly sleep
Into which you've been sunk by the barbaric tyrants
Now, as at no other time, your fate renew,
To which your cruel enemies will bow too.
2
Now or never let's give proof to the world
That in these veins still flows a Roman blood,
That in our chests we still maintain our pride in a name
The victor in his battles, the name of Trajan![3]
3
Raise your broad forehead and look around you
Like fir trees, hundreds of thousands of heroes are standing firm;
A voice they still wait to jump like wolves among the sheep,
Elders, men, youths, boys, from mountains to the plains.
4
Watch on, shadows of highnesses, Mihai, Stefan, Corvinus,[4]
The Romanian Nation, your great grandchildren,
With weapons in their arms, with your fire in their veins,
"Life in freedom or death!" shout all.
5
You were vanquished by the evils of your envy
And by your blind disunity, at Milcov and the Carpathians
But we, whose souls were pierced by holy liberty,
Swear that for ever in brotherhood will join.
6
A widowed mother from the time of Michael the Great[5]
Claims from her sons today a helping hand,
Casting curses, with tears in her eyes, on whosoever,
In such great peril, a traitor would become.
7
Of thunder and of brimstone should they perish
Those who flee our glorious endeavor
When our land, our mother with tears in her heart,
Will ask us to cross through swords and blazing fire.
8
Didn't we have enough of the yatagan of the barbaric crescent[6]
Whose fatal wounds even today we still feel?
Now the knout[7] is intruding our ancestral homes,
But we give witness before the Lord that alive, we do not accept it
9
Didn't we have enough of the blinded despotism
Whose yoke, like cattle, for centuries we've carried?
Now let the cruel ones try, in their blind arrogance,
T o take away our language, but give it we will only in our death!
10
Romanians from the four corners, now or never
Unite in thought, unite in feeling
Proclaim to the wide world that the Danube is stolen
Through intrigue and force, sly machinations.
11
Priests, lead with your crucifixes! Because our army is Christian,
The motto is Liberty and its goal is holy,
Better to die in battle, in full glory,
Than to once again be slaves upon our ancient ground!

dusio

Well, well, well... Why do you need it for?

exalted

Hey Gosia friend! I can't see on msn anymore! I miss to talk to you friend!

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I'm proud of being a Turk!

dusio

Oh, hallo to you...
I will be online today in the evening, I guess. I was in Rome for a week, so I was offline all the time, but now...

banane82

It's quite bleedy, and I don't like it so much.But I'll give the lyrics ( I don't know all lyrics, so...):

Allons enfants de la patrie
Le jour de gloire et arrivé
Contre-nous de la tyranie
L'étandard sanglant est levé
L'étandard sanglant est levé

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Egorgez vos fils et vos compagnes

Aux armes, citoyens
Formez le bataillon
Marchons, marchons
Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons

English:

Go on fatherland's children
Glory's day has come
Block us of tyranny
The battle flag is heaved
The battle flag is heaved

Do you hear in your country sides
Mooing those savages soldiers
They come up till into your arms
Cutting the throats of your sons and mates

Take weapons, citizen
Form the batalion
Let's walk, let's walk
That an impure blood waters our drills

I know only the first part, sorry

So, good bye

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