ITT: Your cunts national anthem, in english

[Cooper Fisher]

O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.'
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

[Elijah Young]

How pure, Chile, is your blue sky
And how pure the breezes that blow across you
And your countryside embroidered with flowers
Is a wonderful copy of Eden
How majestic are the snow-covered mountains
That were given to you by God as protection
That were given to you by God as protection
And the sea that tranquilly bathes your shores
Promises future splendor for you
And the sea that tranquilly bathes your shores
Promises future splendor for you.

Beloved Homeland, receive the vows
That Chile gave you on your altars
That you be either the tomb of the free
Or a refuge from oppression x3

[Luis Ramirez]

That's the official
The one in Pinochet's constitution is

The bloody fight has ceased;
and yesterday's invader is now our brother;
three centuries we washed the affront
fighting in the field of honor.
That who yesterday was a slave
is free and triumphant today;
freedom is the heritage of the brave,
Victory lies shameful to his feet.

Rise, Chile, with a spotless forehead;
you conquered your name on the fight;
always noble, constant and courageous
the children of the Cid found you.
May your free calmly crown
the arts, industry and peace,
and may they sing songs of your triumph
to intimidate the daring despot.

Your names, brave soldiers
who have been Chile's mainstay,
they are engraved in our chests;
our children will know them as well.
May they be the death cry
that comes out when we march to the fight,
and ringing in the mouth of the strong
they always make the tyrant tremble.

If the foreign cannon intends
to invade, daring, our people;
let's draw our arms
and know victory or death.
With its blood the proud araucanian
inherited its courage to us;
and the sword doesn't tremble in the hand
of that who defends the honor of Chile.

How pure, Chile, is your blue sky
And how pure the breezes that blow across you
And your countryside embroidered with flowers
Is a wonderful copy of Eden
How majestic are the snow-covered mountains
That were given to you by God as protection
And the sea that tranquilly bathes your shores
Promises future splendor for you

That pride, oh, Homeland!, those flowers
growing on your fertile soil,
may they never be stepped on by invaders;
may your shadow cover them with peace.
Our chests will be your bastion
in your name we will know how to win,
or your noble, glorious emblem
will see us fall in the fight.

[Jason Morales]

Land of Papua New Guinea,
How gracious, right and true your people are.
From rolling green hills and tumbling rivers
To rolling white beaches and tumbling sea,
This land of Papua New Guinea
Is glorious in sights and sounds
We help our fellow man,
We are sickcunts are tribal dancing
Our rich ancestry, our rich tapestry of cultures
Ensures we will remain unique until the end of time.
Rejoice in the glow of the tropical Sun
Our land Papua New Guinea

[Connor Richardson]

>We are sickcunts are tribal dancing
Please be genuine kek

[Liam Jones]

If you translated it, Bravo you are a true patriot, now if you copied from wikipedia then w/e

[Dylan Hernandez]

I have translated to stuff here before but it's just not worth it, so I took it from Wikipedia

[Tyler Walker]

Sorry that was an autocorrect mistake!!

It should be "we are sickcunts AT tribal dancing"

[Jaxon Roberts]

You old, you ancient, you mountain-high north
You quiet, you joyful beauty
I salute you, most beautiful country upon Earth
Your sun, your sky, your green meadows
Your sun, your sky, your green meadows

You throne upon memories from old, ancient days
When the honour of your name flew upon Earth
I know that you are and you'll become what you were
Yes, I want to live, I want to die in the Nordic
Yes, I want to live, I want to die in the Nordic

[Joseph Garcia]

Orientals, the Fatherland or the grave,
Liberty or a death with Glory!X2

It is the vow that the soul pronounces,
and which we heroically will fulfill!
Which we will fulfill!X2
We will fulfill!X3

Liberty, Liberty, Orientals!
This cry saved the fatherland
Which her brave warriors, in fierce battles
with sublime enthusiasm inflamed.
Liberty, Liberty, Orientals!X2
From this sacrosanct gift of Glory
We deserved the tyrants to tremble.
Tyrants: Tremble ! X3

Liberty in combat we will Claim!
And in death, there is also Freedom!X2
Also FreedomX2

Orientals, our nation or the grave,
Liberty or a death with glory!X2
It’s the vow that the soul pronounces,
and which we heroically will fulfillX3
Which we will fulfill!
We will fulfill!X3

[James Taylor]

youtube.com/watch?v=F3fxjO3_Xes

I like it but it is a bit too martial, no wonder it was written in 1830.

[Sebastian Hall]

The regular/short version :

Arise, children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised, (repeat)
Do you hear, in the countryside,
The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into your arms
To cut the throats of your sons, your women!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let's march, let's march!
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields!

[Connor James]

youtube.com/watch?v=yqBC3l7i7dk

Hear, mortals, the sacred cry:
"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!"
Hear the sound of broken chains
See noble equality enthroned.

Their most worthy throne have now opened
The United Provinces of the South.
And the free people of the world reply:
"To the great Argentine people, hail!"
"To the great Argentine people, hail!"
And the free ones of the world reply:
"To the great Argentine people, hail!"
And the free ones of the world reply:
"To the great Argentine people, hail!"

May the laurels be eternal
that we were able to achieve
that we were able to achieve
Let us live crowned in glory
or let us swear in glory to die
Or let us swear in glory to die
Or let us swear in glory to die.

[Jaxon Howard]

Mexicans, at the cry of war

Make ready the steel and the bridle

And let the earth shake to the core

At the roar of the cannon

And let the earth shake to the core

At the roar of the cannon
Gird, oh country, your head with an olive wreath

Given by the divine archangel of peace

Since your eternal destiny was written in heaven

by the finger of God

But should a foreign enemy

Profane your ground with their sole

Think, oh beloved country, that heaven

Has given you a soldier in every son

[Logan Howard]

God of Nations at Thy feet,
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free land.
Guard Pacific's triple star
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand.

Men of every creed and race,
Gather here before Thy face,
Asking Thee to bless this place,
God defend our free land.
From dissension, envy, hate,
And corruption guard our state,
Make our country good and great,
God defend New Zealand.

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.

Let our love for Thee increase,
May Thy blessings never cease,
Give us plenty, give us peace,
God defend our free land.
From dishonour and from shame,
Guard our country's spotless name,
Crown her with immortal fame,
God defend New Zealand.

May our mountains ever be
Freedom's ramparts on the sea,
Make us faithful unto Thee,
God defend our free land.
Guide her in the nations' van,
Preaching love and truth to man,
Working out Thy glorious plan,
God defend New Zealand.

[Justin Jenkins]

I always thought "O say can you see" was "Aussie can you sing".

[Kevin Fisher]

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I’ve had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it’s only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn’t kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend
And I’ve travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I’ve been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain’t there
But I’m drifting north, to check things out again
You know the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I’ll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain’t nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I’m gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
And it’s really got me worried
I’m goin’ nowhere and I’m in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone

[Justin Russell]

youtube.com/watch?v=c7njDzgxMgg

South of Texas (is a place that's)
Called Mexico (Called Mehico)
And it goes from California to Brazil (Hell yeah)

They like nachos (And wear ponchos)
And play bongos (And like tacos)
And all other types of food from Taco Bell (I like those quesadillas)

Life is nice, south of the border
But they go to Arizona (Arizona)
To fall asleep in the truck on the lawn (that I payed them to mow!)

The Mexicans, are just the same as normal people
They brought cocaine here from the rainforests,
that we stole from them (Give it back)
They all can read
They like to read, great works of literature,
Like Malcolm X and The Fountain Head
And Where Is Waldo?

Taquitos
Twenty seconds in the microwave, that's all
Spicy chicken, jalepeno, taquitos,
Makes the bitches and the hoes take off their clothes
Do the Samba,
Ay caramba!
Taquitos (with salantro)
Get your diarrhea all over your clothes

Jalepenos
Here's a napkin,
you can crap in

They were Mayans,
and then Mexicans
And then Latins
Then back to Mexicans
And their calendar,
says that the world will end (in twenty-twelve)

So not to be racist,
but it makes sense,
That if they think the world will end,
That some of them, don't never pay their bills (How's that racist? They're not even black)

Nacho Libre,
was kinda gay
I don't even like Jack Black
Well he's OK,
but overrated, That's just me though

Taquitos,
You can grab a couple extra for your bros
Let's take Sancho,
to the gun show
Taquitos, black people are the best at the basketball
Alejandro, Whereizwaldo
Javier

Now you can see, man,
why I sing for revolucion in Argentina in Nicaragua,
And Puerto Rico

You know that thing, they put on trucks, to make them shits look brand new
Yeah, well that thing
It has a name. It is bondo

The Mexicans, are no different than other types of people
They like to sit, out on the porch
Instead of drugs, they sell oranges

[Carter Torres]

Sorry I can't post all of it in one post

Orientals, the Fatherland or the grave,
Liberty or with glory, we die!(2x)
Is the vote that the soul pronounces,
And in which, we heroes fulfill!(3x)
Freedom, Freedom, Orientals!
This cry saved the fatherland.
That his bravery in fierce battles
Of sublime enthusiasm enflamed.
This sacred gift, of glory
we've deserved: tyrants tremble!
Freedom in battle we'll cry,
And in dying, freedom we'll shout!
Iberia worlds dominated
He wore his haughty power,
And their captive plants lay
The East nameless be
But suddenly his irons chopping
Given the dogma that May inspired
Among free despots fierce
A bridge saw pit.
His billet chain guns,
On his chest shield in battle,
In his superb courage trembled
The feudal champions of the Cid
In the valleys, mountains and jungles
Are undertaken with silent pride,
With fierce rumbling roar
The caves and the sky at once.
The roar that echoes around
Atahualpa the tomb was opened,
And vicious beating palms
Her skeleton, revenge! shouted
Patriots to the echo
It electrified in martial fire,
And in his teaching more lively shines
Of the Incas the immortal God.
Long, with various fortunes,
The freedman battled, and Lord,
Disputing the bloody earth
Inch by inch with blind fury.
Justice finally overcomes
Tamed the wrath of a king;
And to the world the indomitable Homeland
Inaugurates teaches law.
Orientals, look at the flag,
Glittering pot of heroism;
Our spears defend their brightness,
No one insults the image of the sun!
In the civil jurisdiction the enjoyment
Sustain and faithful Code
Immune and glorious venerate
Israel as the holy ark.
For your glory to be higher,
And Shine your price and power,
Three crowns, oh Fatherland, were
Your domain enjoy, and lose.
Freedom, freedom adored
Much treasure unparalleled slopes!
But they are worth your joys divine
That blood that irrigates your altar

[Brandon Lewis]

If a barbarian people agitated,
Removing his late fury
Avoid fratricidal strife,
Ten thousand tombs recall the horror!
Heaven thunders storms,
curses upon him,
And the triumphant worship free
the law to rich jewel.
Shining adorned with laurels
The pride of the South Amazon,
In his bronze shield reflect
Fortaleza, justice and virtue.
Enemies will not humiliate the front
Neither foot oppressors imposed
That sealed his record troubles
And baptism of blood in their faith.
Celebrating the glory and the day
Of the sun of this new republic
With glimpses of purple and gold,
Decks your beautiful glow.
The August dome of Olympus
Shines, and a divine being
With stars in the heavens writes,
Sweet Fatherland, your name immortal.
The law to swear to Numen
Equality, patriotism and unity,
Sacrificing their divine order
Blind hatred, and black ambition.
And find that insulting fierce
The greatness of the Eastern People,
For the enemies, the spear of Mars,
For the tyrants the dagger of Brutus!
Orientals, the Fatherland or the grave,
Liberty or with glory, we die! (2x)
Is the vote that the soul pronounces,
And in which, we heroes fulfill! (3x)

[Brody Sullivan]

The french version translated is different

O Canada,
land of our ancestors
Glorious deeds circle your brow
For your arm knows how to wield the sword
Your arm knows how to carry the cross;
Your history is an epic
of brilliant deeds
And your valour steeped in faith
will protect our homes and our rights,
Will protect our homes and our rights.

wtf I love frogs now?

[Nathan Cox]

vafan...
Thou ancient, thou free, thou mountainous North
Thou quiet, thou joyful fair!
I greet thee, most beautiful land upon earth,
Thy sun, Thy sky, Thy meadows green
Thy sun, Thy sky, Thy meadows green

Thou art enthroned upon memories of great olden days,
When honored thy name flew across the earth,
I know that thou art and wilt remain what thou wast,
Yes, I want to live I want to die in the North
Yes, I want to live I want to die in the North

I forever want to serve thee, my beloved country,
Loyalty until death I want to swear thee,
Thy right I will protect with mind and with hand,
thy banner, the heroes carry high.
thy banner, the heroes carry high.

With God I shall fight for home and for hearth,
for Sweden, the beloved native soil.
I trade thee not, for anything in a world
No, I want to live, I want to die in the North.
No, I want to live, I want to die in the North.

[James Moore]

youtube.com/watch?v=AOAtz8xWM0w
Russia – our sacred state,
Russia – our beloved country.
A mighty will, a great glory –
Yours forever for all time!

Be glorious, our free Fatherland,
Ancient union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Be glorious, our country! We are proud of you!

From the southern seas to the polar lands
Spread are our forests and fields.
You are unique in the world, one of a kind –
This native land protected by God!

Be glorious, our free Fatherland,
Ancient union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Be glorious, our country! We are proud of you!

Wide expanse for dreams and for living
Are opened for us by the coming years
Our loyalty to the Fatherland gives us strength.
So it was, so it is, and so it always will be!

Be glorious, our free Fatherland,
Ancient union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Be glorious, our country! We are proud of you!

[Joseph Rogers]

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.

This is the two verse refined official version, which was adopted in the 80s. Old version had 4 verses and more archaic wording as it was written in 1879. Also the meaning shifted quite a bit in parts of it.

The anthem isn't exactly well-liked, not even by intellectuals and officials.
See:

[Daniel Turner]

Indonesia, my homeland.
The land where I have shed my blood.
It is there I stand,
to be my motherland's guide.

Indonesia, my country
My people and my homeland,
Let us proclaim
"Indonesians unite!"

Long live my land, long live my country
My people, my homeland, all of it
let her soul be raised may her body be awakened
For Indonesia the Great

Indonesia the Great, independent and free
My home and country which I love
Indonesia the Great, independent and free
Long live Indonesia the Great!

Indonesia the Great, independent and free
My home and country which I love
Indonesia the Great, independent and free
Long live Indonesia the Great!

Indonesia, a noble land
Our wealthy land
there I stand
Forever and ever

Indonesia, the land of heritage
A heritage to us all
Let us pray
"Joyful Indonesia!"

Fertile may her soil, flourish may her soul
The nation, the people, entirely
Vigilant may her heart, vigilant may her mind
For the Great Indonesia

Indonesia the Great, independent and free
My home and country which I love
Indonesia the Great, independent and free
Long live Indonesia the Great!

Indonesia the Great, independent and free
My home and country which I love
Indonesia the Great, independent and free
Long live Indonesia the Great!

Indonesia, a sacred land
Our victorious land
there, I stand
To defend the good mother

Indonesia, a radiant land
My beloved land
Let us pledge
"Indonesia is eternal!"

Safe may her people, safe may her children
her islands, her seas entirely
Let the country be developed, let her scouts advance
For the Great Indonesia

Indonesia the Great, independent and free
My home and country which I love
Indonesia the Great, independent and free
Long live Indonesia the Great!

Indonesia the Great, independent and free
My home and country which I love
Indonesia the Great, independent and free
Long live Indonesia the Great!

[Colton Smith]

>There ain’t nothing like the kisses
>From a jaded Chinese princess
even then we were already CHINK'D

[Brody Sullivan]

Don't ruin a great anthem with your autistic rambling.

[Justin Peterson]

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

There are some other rarely-heard English verses like

O Canada! Where pines and maples grow,
Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow,
How dear to us thy broad domain,
From East to Western Sea;
Thou land of hope for all who toil!
Thou True North, strong and free!
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

youtube.com/watch?v=t7xSsC2FCQg

[Luke Harris]

I've lived in Canada all my life and I've never heard the second half.
Neat.

[Nicholas Peterson]

Post the complete version, faggpt

[Aiden Rodriguez]

Fear not! For the crimson flag that proudly ripples in this glorious twilight, shall never fade,
Before the last fiery hearth that is ablaze within my nation is extinguished.
For that is the star of my nation, and it will forever shine;
It is mine; and solely belongs to my valiant nation.
Frown not, I beseech you, oh thou coy crescent,
Smile upon my heroic race!1 Why the anger, why the rage?
Our blood which we shed for you might not be worthy otherwise;
For freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation.

I have been free since the beginning and forever shall be so.
What madman shall put me in chains! I defy the very idea!
I’m like the roaring flood; trampling and overflowing my dyke (weir),
I’ll tear apart the mountains, fill up the open seas4 and still gush out!

The lands surrounded by the Western’s and they armored with walls of steel,
But I have borders guarded by the mighty chest of a believer.
Recognize your innate strength, my friend! And think: how can this fiery faith ever be killed,
By that battered, single-fanged monster you call “civilization”?

My friend! Leave not my homeland to the hands of villainous men!
Render your chest as armor and your body as trench! Stop this disgraceful rush!
For soon shall come the joyous days of divine promise…
Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? Perhaps even sooner!

View not the soil you tread on as mere earth – recognize it!
And think about the shroudless thousands who lie so nobly beneath you.
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.

[Anthony James]

What man would not die for this heavenly piece of land?
Martyrs would gush out should one simply squeeze the soil! Martyrs!
May God take my life, 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.

Oh glorious God, the sole wish of my pain-stricken heart is that,
No heathen’s hand should ever touch the bosom of my sacred Temples.
These adhans, whose shahadahs are the foundations of my religion,
May their noble sound last loud and wide over my eternal homeland.

For only then, shall my fatigued tombstone, if there is one, prostrate a thousand times in ecstasy,
And tears of fiery blood shall flow out of my every wound,
And my lifeless body shall gush out from the earth like an eternal spirit,
Perhaps only then, shall I peacefully ascend and at long last reach the heavens.

So ripple and wave like the bright dawning sky, oh thou glorious crescent,
So that our every last drop of blood may finally be blessed and worthy!
Neither you nor my race1 shall ever be extinguished!
For freedom is the absolute right of my ever-free flag;
For independence is the absolute right of my God-worshiping nation!

[Connor Perry]

Our land, our land, our Fatherland!
Ring out, dear word, oh sound!
No rising hill, or mountain grand,
No sloping dale, no northern strand,
There is, more loved, to be found,
Than this — our fathers’ ground.

Our land is poor, and so shall be
To him who gold will crave.
The strangers proudly pass, but we
Shall ever love this land, we see,
In moor, and fell, and isle and wave,
A golden land, so brave.

We love our rippling brooks, so bright,
Our gushing streams, so strong,
The whisper of dark woods, at night,
Our starry skies, our summer light,
All, all that we, in sight and song,
Have felt and lived among.

Here fought our fathers, without fear,
With sword, and plough, and thought.
And here, in clouded times, and clear,
With fortune in their front or rear,
Their Finnish hearts have beat, and wrought
And borne what bear they ought.

Who tells, of all the fights, the tale,
In which this folk withstood,
When war did rage from dale to dale,
When frost set in, with hunger’s wail?
Who measured all their pouring blood,
And all their patience good?

And it was here their blood was shed,
For us, here, on this shore;
And it was here their joys were bred,
Here, that their sighs were heaved and fled,
That people’s who our burdens bore
Before us, long before.

Here it is sweet and good, we wot,
All, too, is giv’n us here;
However fate may cast our lot,
A land, a fatherland, we’ve got.
Will there a thing on earth appear
More worthy, to hold dear?

And here’s, and here’s this fatherland,
Here every eye it sees;
And we can stretch a pointing hand,
To show, with joy, its sea and strand,
And say, “Behold this country, this,
Our Fatherland it is.”

Thy blossom, hidden now from sight,
Shall burst its bud ere long.
Lo! from our love, shall rise aright,
Thy sun, thy hope, thy joy, thy light,
And higher, once, more full and strong,
Shall ring Our Country’s song.

youtube.com/watch?v=PX7cPorwX5M

[Charles Robinson]

{Instrumental}

[Gavin Cox]

As long as in the heart, inside,
A soul of a Jew yearns.
And to the edge of the east, forward,
An eye watches to Zion.

Then our hope hasn't been lost yet,
Our two thousand years old hope.
Of being a free people in our land,
Land of Zion and Jerusalem.

[Jordan Ross]

Tan tan tan tan tanananonininino tinoninonin noninoninonin. Ninononino noninoninoni noninoninonii

[Zachary Collins]

Serene and happy, brave and daring,
Let us sing, soldiers, the battle hymn.
Our voices shall astonish the world
Which will see on us the children of the Cid.

Soldiers, the country calls us to the fight.
Let us swear for her to succeed or to die.
Never saw the world more noble daring,
Nor any day greater valor was shown,
Than that, inflamed, we showed at the fire
Awaken in Riego the love of his land.

Soldiers, the country calls us to the fight.
Let us swear for her to conquer or to die.
The war trumpet echoes to the winds;
Affrighting the greedy, the cannon now roars.
at Mars, wrathful provokes the audacity
And the ingenuity of our nation.

Soldiers, the country calls us to the fight.
Let us swear for her to succeed or to die.

[Ryder Watson]

1. O Lord, bless the nation of Hungary
With your grace and bounty
Extend toward it your guarding arm
During strife with its enemies
Long torn by ill fate
Bring upon it a time of relief
This nation has suffered for all sins
Of the past and of the future!

2. You brought our ancestors up
Over the Carpathians’ holy peaks
By You was won a beautiful homeland
For Bendegúz’s sons
And wherever flow the rivers of
The Tisza and the Duna
Árpád our hero’s descendants
Will root and bloom.

3. For us on the plains of the Kuns
You ripened the wheat
In the grape fields of Tokaj
You dripped sweet nectar
Our flag you often planted
On the wild Turk’s earthworks
And under Mátyás’ grave army whimpered
Vienna’s “proud fort.”

4. Hajh, but for our sins
Anger gathered in Your bosom
And You struck with Your lightning
From Your thundering clouds
Now the plundering Mongols’ arrows
You swarmed over us
Then the Turks’ slave yoke
We took upon our shoulders.

5. How often came from the mouths
Of Osman’s barbarian nation
Over the corpses of our defeated army
A victory song!
How often did your own son agress
My homeland, upon your breast,
And you became because of your own sons
Your own sons’ funeral urn!

6. The fugitive hid, and towards him
The sword reached into his cave
Looking everywhere he could not find
His home in his homeland
Climbs the mountain, descends the valley
Sadness and despair his companions
Sea of blood beneath his feet
Ocean of flame above.

7. Castle stood, now a heap of stones
Happiness and joy fluttered,
Groans of death, weeping
Now sound in their place.
And Ah! Freedom does not bloom
From the blood of the dead,
Torturous slavery’s tears fall
From the cold eyes of the orphans!

8. Redeem, O Lord, the Hungarians
Who are tossed by waves of danger
Extend toward it your guarding arm
On the sea of its misery
Long torn by ill fate
Bring upon it a time of relief
They who have suffered for all sins
Of the past and of the future!

[Mason Roberts]

bulgaria

youtube.com/watch?v=KA2ccVd346U

[Gabriel Lewis]

Unity and justice and freedom
For the German fatherland!
Towards these let us all strive
Brotherly with heart and hand!
Unity and justice and freedom
Are the foundation of happiness;

Flourish in the radiance of this happiness,
Flourish, German fatherland! x2

the one of the GDR was way better though. It sounded better and the lyrics were more fitting.

Risen from ruins
And facing the future,
Let us serve you for the good,
Germany, united fatherland.
Old woes are to be overcome
And we overcome them united
Because we so must succeed,
So that the sun beautiful as never before
Over Germany shines,
Over Germany shines.

[Austin James]

Land of the morning
Child of the sun returning
With fervor burning
Thee do our souls adore.

Land dear and holy,
Cradle of noble heroes,
Ne’er shall invaders
Trample thy sacred shores.

Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds
And o'er thy hills and sea
Do we behold the radiance, feel the throb
Of glorious liberty

Thy banner dear to all our hearts
Its sun and stars alight,
Oh, never shall its shining fields
Be dimmed by tyrants might!

Beautiful land of love, o land of light,
In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie
But it is glory ever, when thou art wronged
For us, thy sons to suffer and die

[Nathan Price]

youtube.com/watch?v=x-xm4SYH3t4

Beautiful stuff.

[Angel Nelson]

May your(the Emperor's) reign
Continue for a thousand,
Eight thousand generations,
Until the pebbles
Grow into boulders
Lush with moss

[Cooper Wilson]

>when you knew the 2nd verse from one school
>and when you moved they only sang the 1st verse
>so when you awkwardly started to sing the 2nd verse you got beat up at lunch time

[Thomas Ward]

American-era English Lyrics:
Land of the morning,
Child of the sun returning,
With fervor burning,
Thee do our souls adore.

Land dear and holy,
Cradle of noble heroes,
Ne'er shall invaders,
Trample thy sacred shore.

Even within thy skies and through thy clouds,
And o'er thy hills and sea.
Do we behold the radiance,
Feel the throb of glorious liberty.

Thy banner, dear to all our hearts,
Its sun and stars alight.
O, never shall its shining field,
Be dimmed by tyrant's might!

Beautiful land of love, O land of light,
In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie.
But it is glory ever, when thou art wronged,
For us, thy sons, to suffer and die.

Current Filipino version (English translation)
Beloved country,
Pearl of the Orient,
The heart’s fervor,
In your chest is ever alive.

Chosen land,
You are the cradle of the brave.
To the conquerors,
You shall never win.

Through the seas and mountains,
Through the air and your blue sky,
There is splendor in the poem and song
For beloved freedom.

The sparkle of your flag
Is shining victoriously.
Its stars and sun
Shall forever never dim.

Land of the sun, of glory and our affections,
Life is heaven in your arms;
It is our pleasure, when there are oppressors,
To die for you.

[Noah Martinez]

Long live Henry IV
Long live this valiant king
This fourfold devil
With the three talents
Of drinking, fighting
And womanising

And enmity, and spouses
Let us all together
Sing as true friends
Clink the glasses
The roses and the lilies

Let us sing the refrain
That we will sing in a thousand years:
May God maintain
His descendants in peace
Until we take the moon with our teeth

Long live France
Long live king Henry
To Reims we dance
Singing as they do in Paris
Long live France
Long live king Henry

youtube.com/watch?v=UK7cX5Ez-rI

[Liam Morgan]

nice

[Thomas Harris]

Finnish:

Oh our land, Finland, fatherland,
ring, golden word!
No valley, no hill,
no water, shore more dear
Than this northern homeland,
the dear land of our fathers

Your bloom will
bud from its shell for once;
Our love will raise
your hope, your joy in glory,
And for once your song, fatherland,
Will get a higher echo

Estonian:
My native land, my joy - delight,
How fair thou art - how bright!
For nowhere in the world around
Can ever such a place be found
So well belov'd, from sense profound,
My native country dear!
My tiny crib stood on thy soil,
Whose blessings eased my every toil.
With my last breath my thanks to thee,
For true to death I'll ever be,
O worthy, most belov'd and fine,
My dearest country mine!

May God in Heaven thee defend,
My own, my dearest land!
May He be guard, may He be shield,
For ever bless and guardian wield
Protection for all deeds of thine,
My own, my dearest land!

melody:

youtube.com/watch?v=oip-4Q2Pk0k