The dawn of the 21st century
Sees the climax of the eternal battle,
Opposing the Trojans of variety
To the Spartans,
Valiant warriors of meaning,
Having as their only weapons
The power of their sounds
And their souls, the fervor
And the violence of these clashes
Give the lifeblood of this glorious story.
A the time when this one is told to you,
The Spartans land on the beach.
“I took the champion from your hole,
He reached the other shore,
br/>Dragged under the walls of Troy,
Tied behind a chariot of Audrime,
When evening comes, it is in pain
That the brothers of my camp
Achilles asked for me:
Please give us back our liver!
They have sequestered the word,
I will never stop the fight
Until let these impostors
Shut up, in the evening,
Condemn them to see the coming
The charge of Myrmidon,
Draught to crush,
To whip the perpidons.
O word, look at the horizon,
The sea is covered.
We are coming to get you out of your prison,
Return to where the rocked are happy,
The before many will fall
Under the catapult and the crossbow.
Ivory tower, jail of a thousand stones,
Artist of illusion, where the sequins shine,
Where the son of our rhymes sparkle,
There is pro-fusion
The ranks fade on the steps
where there are the heads of their idols.
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The beach has been taken,
And terror has spread in
Breasts of hearts, Trojans are wasting away,
Wrath and the mass
of warriors Spartan never stopped growing.
The wind of freedom blew and in the prison of the father.
“Do you hear the lament
Of the valiant who bites the dust,
Who dies for a noble cause,
Poor, far from his lands,
Fall for the most precious good
Of Man,
Dark stories decorate my body,
I have the pore of my body of my clay,
With dreams full of pockets,
The path taken, by forcing my arms,
It is far too often the front of those close to me ,
The lanterns that we take down,
Littlely illuminate our voices,
So be ready for the affront of those close to you,
Drama in the plain,
Helmets, black armor for the trouble,
It's my memory,
Do you really have to see to lose it?
If by chance you fought on these tracks
The last flash of your life
Would be Achilles the sad warrior.
O, Trojans, I beg you,
Return to us the words,
Return to us the dreams,
br/>Give us back the days for the nights,
Past only hand in hand,
Written in capital letters,
Reciting out loud
All the poems of twilight,
br/>Mars flows in our veins,
And nothing can change that.
The multitude of our hoplites
Cover the plain,
This incredible Corsica makes you jealous
The Sun itself,
So much so that a movement of steps
Casts the shadow on the Earth!
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Here we are at the edge,
From the glory day of my brothers,
The stubbornness of Troy will have it
Led to its ruin,
Cries in my wake,
All captors verbs,
br/>Their cursed palace,
I will demolish it stone by stone,
Rhymes after rhymes,
Letters after letters,
The history of music will remember,
That we have hammered their names on the tablets,
And if one day, their descendants rise again,
They will see our triremes again,
I swear by my sword!
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