Скотобойня Эмси Паркера - Гимны на завтра
June 17th, 2006
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Гимны на завтра


Ouviram do Ipiranga às margens plácidas
De um povo heróico o brado retumbante,
E o sol da liberdade, em raios fúlgidos,
Brilhou no céu da Pátria nesse instante,
Se o penhor dessa igualdade
Conseguimos conquistar com braço forte,
Em teu seio, ó, Liberdade,
Desafia o nosso peito a própria morte!
Ó Pátria amada, Idolatrada, Salve! Salve!
Brasil, um sonho intenso, um raio vívido,
De amor e de esperança à terra desce,
Se em teu formoso céu, risonho e límpido,
A imagem do Cruzeiro resplandece.
Gigante pela própria natureza,
És belo, és forte, impávido colosso,
E o teu futuro espelha essa grandeza,
Terra adorada, Entre outras mil, És tu, Brasil,
Ó Pátria amada! Dos filhos deste solo és mãe gentil,
Pátria amada, Brasil!
Гимн Бразилии



Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free,
We've golden soil and wealth for toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in nature's gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history's page, let every stage
Advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
"Advance Australia Fair."

Beneath our radiant Southern Cross
We'll toil with hearts and hands
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who've come across the seas
We've boundless plains to share,
With courage let us all combine
To Advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
"Advance Australia Fair."

Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free,
We've golden soil and wealth for toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in nature's gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history's page, let every stage
Advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
"Advance Australia Fair."

Гимн Австралии



Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé.
Contre nous de la tyranie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé
L'étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez vous dans les campagnes
mugir ces féroces soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras,
égorger vos fils, vos compagnes

Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons,
qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons.
Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons,
qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons.

Que veut cette horde d'esclaves
De traîtres, de Roi conjurés?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés?
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés?
Français! pour nous, ah! quel outrage!
Quels transports il doit exciter!
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à l'antique esclavage!

Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons,
qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons.
Aux armes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons,
qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons.
Гимн Франции



Donghae mulgwa Baekdusani mareugo daltorok
Haneunimi bo-uhasa uri nara manse

CHORUS:
Mugunghwa samcheolli hwaryeo gangsan
Daehan saram Daehan euro giri bojeonhase

Namsan wie jeosonamu cheolgapeul dureundeut
Baram seori bulbyeon naneun uri gisang ilse

CHORUS

Gaeul hanal gonghwal hande nopgogu reumeopsi
Byalgeun dalgeun uri gasim ilpyeon dansim ilse

CHORUS

Igi sangnwa imam euro chungseongeul dahayeo
Goero una jeulgeo una nara sarang hase

Гимн Южной Кореи

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