For fuck sake,Portugal has the most beautiful lyrics of any anthem ever...
just read it and give your opinion
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFrYBKdirQ0
Heroes of the sea, noble race,
valiant and immortal nation,
now is the hour to raise up once more,
the splendour of 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!
Unfurl the unconquerable flag
In the bright light of your sky!
Cry out to Europe and the 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 injuries of fate.
Alberto must be proud.
>>60223371
4/10 i've seen better
>>60223371
it doesn't even talk about feeding your fields with the impure blood of your ennemies
meh/10
ours are the best
>>60223973
>a fucking anthem inspired by a muslim andalusian music
congrats spain...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA6jOzzMgFA
>>60224071
i was ironic because we don't have lyrics, dumbass
p.s the al-istihlal march is pretty nice, I'm glad someone inspired on it. al-andalus was one nice era of spain, full of nice music, poems, food, art, etc
Portuguese people are always really proud of their anthem, even when nobody else really likes it. Is there a reason to this? What's the origin of the anthem?
>>60223371
cool anthem. i wish puerto rico had kept the revolucionary one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWMbpBMgAK0
Peace, not war, shall be our boast,
But, should foes assail our coast,
Make us then a mighty host,
God defend our free land
Lord of battles, in Thy might,
Put our enemies to flight,
Let our cause be just and right,
God defend New Zealand.
>>60224335
i like it
danish national anthem:
There is a lovely country
it stands with broad beech
near [the] salty eastern beach [Salten Osterstand]
It winds itself in hill, valley,
it's called old Denmark
and it is Freja hall
There was in ancient times
the armorsuited figthers
rested from conflict
So they set out for the foe,
Now rest their bones
behind the mounds monoliths
This country is still lovely,
because blue is the lake wind,
and the foliage is so green
And noble women, beautiful maidens
and men and lads
inhabit the Danish isles
Hail king and mother country!
Hail every Danne citizen,
who service as best he can!
Our old Denmark must endure,
as long beech reflects
its top in the oceans blue
i like the part ''Hail every Danne citizen,
who service as best he can!''
>>60223371
Posting national music
I really like this one
https://youtu.be/XE4UmdEeL2w
Not an anthem but close enough.
We'll not forsake ancestors' land,
we'll not let our speech be buried.
We're Polish nation, Polish tribe
from royal house of Piast.
We'll not let our foe opress us.
So help us God.
So help us God
Until the last drop of blood in veins
we shall defend the Spirit,
until to sand and dust crumbles
the Teutonic storm.
Every doorstep shall be our fortress.
So help us God.
So help us God.
A Prussian won't spit in our face,
nor germanize our offspring.
An armed battalion to fight will stand
and Ghost shall lead the way.
We'll go at sound of Golden Horn
and so help us God
And also this:
Eagerly raise our standard high,
though the storm of elements rage,
though we are opressed by grim forces,
though nobody's future is certain today.
Because this is a banner of humanity,
a sacred call and song of ressurection,
a triumph of labor and justice,
a forecast of all nations' unity.
March, march Warsaw for bloody struggle,
holy and rightous,
march Warsaw march!
>>60223371
>not the Andorran one
The great Charlemagne, my father,
from the Saracens liberated me
And from heaven he gave me life,
of Meritxell, the great Mother.
I was born a Princess, a Maiden
neutral between two nations.
I am the only remaining daughter,
of the Carolingian empire
Believing and free for eleven centuries,
a believer and free I will be.
The laws of the land be my tutors,
and my Princes defenders!
And my Princes defenders!
This sounds kinda shitty translated into English:
Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
Bound Scipio's helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
For God created her
Slave of Rome.
Let us join in a cohort,
We are ready to die.
We are ready to die,
Italy has called.
Let us join in a cohort,
We are ready to die.
We are ready to die,
Italy has called, yes!
We were for centuries
downtrodden, derided,
because we are not one people,
because we are divided.
Let one flag, one hope
gather us all.
The hour has struck
for us to unite.
Let us unite, let us love one another,
For union and love
Reveal to the people
The ways of the Lord.
Let us swear to set free
The land of our birth:
United, for God,
Who can overcome us?
From the Alps to Sicily,
Legnano is everywhere;
Every man has the heart
and hand of Ferruccio
The children of Italy
Are all called Balilla;
Every trumpet blast
sounds the Vespers.
Mercenary swords,
they're feeble reeds.
The Austrian eagle
Has already lost its plumes.
The blood of Italy
and the Polish blood
It drank, along with the Cossack,
But it burned its heart.
>>60226876
Portuguese memes are the best memes
>>60227318
Original version:
Fratelli d'Italia,
l'Italia s'è desta,
dell'elmo di Scipio
s'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma,
ché schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò.
Stringiamci a coorte,
siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
l'Italia chiamò.
Stringiamci a coorte,
siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
l'Italia chiamò, sì!
Noi fummo da secoli
calpesti, derisi,
perché non siam popolo,
perché siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica
bandiera, una speme:
di fonderci insieme
già l'ora suonò.
Uniamoci, amiamoci,
l'unione e l'amore
rivelano ai popoli
le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero
il suolo natio:
uniti, per Dio,
chi vincer ci può?
Dall'Alpi a Sicilia
dovunque è Legnano,
ogn'uom di Ferruccio
ha il core, ha la mano,
i bimbi d'Italia
si chiaman Balilla,
il suon d'ogni squilla
i Vespri suonò.
Son giunchi che piegano
le spade vendute:
già l'Aquila d'Austria
le penne ha perdute.
Il sangue d'Italia,
il sangue Polacco,
bevé, col cosacco,
ma il cor le bruciò.
Stringiamci a coorte!
Siam pronti alle morte;
Italia chiamò
