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Homero Manzi - Milonga de Los Fortines Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Milonga of the forts

Milonga of a hundred battles,
calm as courage itself.
Cry of deserted pampa
raising the alarm
in a singer's voice.
Milonga of banish sorrows
longing for hearth and home.
Song that in the peaceful night
consoles with
fireside prayer.
 
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Bugle call of victories past
at the forefront of the horde,
with your glorious vanguard
you will in history
be celebrated and sung.
Sound of sweet love-making
in the barracks night.
Sorrow of the china mistress
who heartbroken at last
stopped being faithful.
 
They resound with your accents,
milonga of the battalion,
the cries of old sergeants
charging into the wind
with the squadron.
And they return in the
sharp sounds of the bugle,
echoes of a thousand battle cries
that were lost
behind the lines.
 
The desert goes on moaning
its rumors of hurricane…
The lancers come charging
fixing their eyes upon
The Cross and The Dagger.
Glory of that commandant
that never returned to camp.
The light of the moon
and the fire of the sun
kiss his snow-white beard.
 


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