Sous les cieux azurés de la Syldavie, Nos montagnes chantent la liberté. Des vallées aux plaines, une mélodie, Notre fierté, notre héritage sacré. Ô Syldavie, terre de noblesse, Ton peuple brave, uni pour l'avenir. Avec honneur, force et sagesse, Pour toi, notre amour va grandir. Des rivières d'argent aux forêts profondes, Nos cœurs vibrent à l'unisson. Le vent murmure à travers le monde, L'histoire de notre belle nation. Ô Syldavie, terre de noblesse, Ton peuple brave, uni pour l'avenir. Avec honneur, force et sagesse, Pour toi, notre amour va grandir. Fiers de nos ancêtres, de nos traditions, Ensemble nous marchons vers demain. Sous le ciel étoilé, en toutes saisons, La Syldavie est notre destin. Ô Syldavie, terre de noblesse, Ton peuple brave, uni pour l'avenir. Avec honneur, force et sagesse, Pour toi, notre amour va grandir. Ô Syldavie, ô patrie chérie, Que ta gloire soit notre guide. Pour toujours, en paix et en harmonie, Nous te servirons avec fierté.
Triomphal, Patriotique
French
Proud, Inspirational, Reverent
National celebrations, patriotic events, historical documentaries
The song features a triumphant and patriotic tone with a choral arrangement that emphasizes unity and pride. The lyrics focus on themes of freedom, heritage, and the strength of a nation. Musically, it may include powerful orchestration, harmonious vocals, and a grandiose atmosphere to evoke a sense of national identity and loyalty.
[Verse] في صحراء المملكة غير عادي جيش لا يعرف المستحيل بالقوة مثل الحديد الصلب الدروع فوق الجبال والسهول [Verse 2] أمام العدو نقف بسطور لا نهاب الخوف ولا ندور بالعزم والإيمان نقاتل لأجل الوطن كلنا جاهزون [Chorus] جيشنا القوي بيدينا نور السلام في أرضنا بحضور عتادنا البسالة في القلب في كلّ ركن قصة الوحود [Bridge] صوت الأسلحة يهدر فوق في المعركة لا رجوع ولا توق لأجل السعودية نقف شامخين نحمي الوطن بقلوب الصادقين [Verse 3] من الشمال للجنوب نحمي بالعزيمة والكرم فخورين تراب الوطن أغلى ما عندنا كل جندي بعيونه يرى الأمان [Chorus] جيشنا القوي بيدينا نور السلام في أرضنا بحضور عتادنا البسالة في القلب في كلّ ركن قصة الوحود
Va dire a Rome la sanglante Que ses alliés d'avant sont devenus des hommes Que son temps va finir Va dire a Rome Que rien ne peut nous retenir Va dire a Rome la mourante Que tout ce qui remue sur la terre où nous sommes Est forcément mortelle Va dire a Rome Qu'il n'y a pas de ville éternelle Ma musique a changé de ton On s'appelle Les LINGONS Souviens toi de ce nom
Aayate qurani par dhyan de tu Pehchan khud ko azan de tu Kar de buland taqbeer ki gunj duniya mai Ho ikhatta zalimo se inteqaam le tu Lahu sukha nahi hai ahle palstin ka Dushman ko kar k nest-o-nabut Lehra de Parcham islam ka Shan-e-momin ko pechan tu
Louez le seigneur, tous les peuples; fêtez-le, tous les pays ! Son amour envers nous s'est montré le plus fort; éternelle est la fidélité du seigneur.
[Verse] فلسطين حكاية بشوارعها رواية أرضها نور السماء فيها روح البقاء [Verse 2] نعاني من الألم بس حلمنا ما بينكسر علينا الغد بيرعانا والأمل صار الرفيق [Chorus] قوتنا في الإيمان صرخة تملى المكان نحفر الأرض بالحنين ننادي فلسطين [Bridge] حبات الرمل بتحكي عن حب الارض أهلها نرجع يوم بيحلى وترجع بسم علينا [Verse 3] أطفالنا فراشات تعبر حدود الكون بالأمل نرسم حياة ونبني من جديد [Chorus] قوتنا في الإيمان صرخة تملى المكان نحفر الأرض بالحنين ننادي فلسطين
[Verse] غزة يا أرض الكفاح إنتي الصمود، إنتي السلاح بالقلب حبك ما ينزاح نبقى معاكي، طول الكفاح [Verse 2] صوتك بالعالي، نور هلالي روحك جبار، فيك الأمل عالي نحنا جنودك، صقر خيالي نزرع الأمل، وعمره ما يتلاشى [Chorus] غزة العزة، إحنا معاكي روح النضال، صوتو ينادي حيطانك صلبة، نجمك يضوي يا زهرة الحياة، يا نورالدنيا [Bridge] إيد بإيد، نكمل المشوار ثابتة وقوية، رغم الأعصار نمسح الدمعة، نطير بكل دار بإسمك يا غزة، نحيا وننغني [Verse 3] جيوشك جبارة، شعبك فداكي كل الحكايا، بتنكتب حكاكي صوتك عالي، ما يعرف الشاكي نزرع الأمل، ونكمل اليوم ويوم ثاني [Chorus] غزة العزة، إحنا معاكي روح النضال، صوتو ينادي حيطانك صلبة، نجمك يضوي يا زهرة الحياة، يا نورالدنيا
lyrics title: Hail, the comeback king! lyrics content: [Verse][Inspiring Rock] Like a phoenix rising from the flame Trump returns to reclaim his name With strength and courage, he'll make us great The traitors will tremble at his gate! [Chorus][Political Celebration] Hail, the comeback king! He's back to make America sing! With a wave of his hand, he'll set us free From the shackles of tyranny! [Verse][Patriotic Determination] He'll drain the swamp and expose the lies Make America first, no more compromise With his loyal followers, by his side He'll restore our honor and our pride! [Chorus][Triumphant Rock] Hail, the comeback king! He's back to make America sing! With a wave of his hand, he'll set us free From the shackles of tyranny! [Bridge][Inspirational Unity] Together, we'll march, united and strong For Trump and country, we'll sing along No more division, no more strife We'll build a future that's full of life! [Chorus][Political Anthem] Hail, the comeback king! He's back to make America sing! With a wave of his hand, he'll set us free From the shackles of tyranny! [Outro][Patriotic Determination] Trump 2024! He'll lead the charge To make America great, to enlarge Our freedoms and our dreams once more With Trump as our guide, we'll rise and soar!
स्वच्छता की गूँज में, भारत की पहचान हो, हर गली हर कूचे में, निर्मलता का गान हो। गंदगी की जंजीरों को, तोड़ने का संकल्प हो, स्वच्छ भारत के सपने को, साकार करने का यत्न हो। हर नागरिक के हृदय में, स्वच्छता का आकार हो, नदियों की लहरों में, शुद्धता का प्रवाह हो। मिट्टी की खुशबू में, पवित्रता का आभास हो, जन-जन का ये धर्म हो, स्वच्छता में जीना हो। गंदगी से नाता तोड़, स्वच्छ भारत को नमन हो, कचरे के ढेरों में, स्वाभिमान की खोज हो। स्वच्छता की राह पर, हर कदम का प्रतिफल हो, भारत की इस पावन भूमि पर, स्वच्छता का मान हो। दीन-हीन, सब मिलकर, स्वच्छता का ध्यान हो, स्वच्छ भारत का सपना, साकार होता अनन्त हो।
tales speak of false facades, gross parades and failing states, violated aid, all those bases we built upon stolen spades! prophets preach of a crimson haze, just filled them with deception and join their deluded craze! the distained that our words carry are hurtful spells that will soon fade and grow to be a grey storm of hail! now hear me say! our godly men who ought not be in vein, they are the way! as they unveil the light of truth, we shall prevail! the jesters jokes and laugh as heads of kings roll beneath their iron staff! masters of many craft, they trample on holy grass, blessed be him who faces his godly wrath! steal from the poor and feed the Ritch! shove on the middle class to sew the stich! holing from their fleshy cage, they scratch a pain they can never itch, don't feel bad, rather feel glad, as they burn in sin, those son of a bitch! shattered is the glass we call Human kind, fruits birthed from the mind which led to our demise rotten to its core is what we have in store, open your ears and here our ephemeral roar as our old decrepit guitar plays its last horrid chord, blessed be thy lord! the jesters jokes and laugh, as heads of kings roll beneath their iron staff, masters of many craft, they trample on holy grass, blessed be him who faces his godly wrath!
tales speak of false facades, gross parades and failing states, violated aid, all those bases we built upon stolen spades! prophets preach of a crimson haze, just filled them with deception and join their deluded craze! the distained that our words carry are hurtful spells that will soon fade and grow to be a grey storm of hail! now hear me say! our godly men who ought not be in vein, they are the way! as they unveil the light of truth, we shall prevail! the jesters jokes and laugh as heads of kings roll beneath their iron staff! masters of many craft, they trample on holy grass, blessed be him who faces his godly wrath! steal from the poor and feed the Ritch! shove on the middle class to sew the stich! holing from their fleshy cage, they scratch a pain they can never itch, don't feel bad, rather feel glad, as they burn in sin, those son of a bitch! shattered is the glass we call Human kind, fruits birthed from the mind which led to our demise rotten to its core is what we have in store, open your ears and here our ephemeral roar as our old decrepit guitar plays its last horrid chord, blessed be thy lord! the jesters jokes and laugh, as heads of kings roll beneath their iron staff, masters of many craft, they trample on holy grass, blessed be him who faces his godly wrath!
tales speak of false facades, gross parades and failing states, violated aid, all those bases we built upon stolen spades! prophets preach of a crimson haze, just filled them with deception and join their deluded craze! the distained that our words carry are hurtful spells that will soon fade and grow to be a grey storm of hail! now hear me say! our godly men who ought not be in vein, they are the way! as they unveil the light of truth, we shall prevail! the jesters jokes and laugh as heads of kings roll beneath their iron staff! masters of many craft, they trample on holy grass, blessed be him who faces his godly wrath! steal from the poor and feed the Ritch! shove on the middle class to sew the stich! holing from their fleshy cage, they scratch a pain they can never itch, don't feel bad, rather feel glad, as they burn in sin, those son of a bitch! shattered is the glass we call Human kind, fruits birthed from the mind which led to our demise rotten to its core is what we have in store, open your ears and here our ephemeral roar as our old decrepit guitar plays its last horrid chord, blessed be thy lord! the jesters jokes and laugh, as heads of kings roll beneath their iron staff, masters of many craft, they trample on holy grass, blessed be him who faces his godly wrath!
Kahin se aaye, kahin se aaye, Desh ko chalayenge, naye iraade laaye. Modi Ji ki baatein, har dil ko chhoo jayein, Unke faisle banayein, nayi raahon pe aaye. (Chorus) Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani, decisions humko banani, Modi Ji ka sapna, desh ko aage badhani. Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani, har faisla hai naya, Milke chalna sabko, yeh sapna hai apna.
