Liste chants d'époques.
Posté : 24 juil., 02:03
Je propose ici que l'ont fasse la liste des chants d'époque.
Je commence par les plus "connut".
Chant des partisans
1943. Anna Marly, Joseph Kessel, Maurice Druon
Composé à Londres pour devenir l?indicatif de l?émission "Honneur et Patrie"
Largué par la Royale Air Force sur la France occupée, Ce chant devient l?Hymne de la lutte pour la Libération
Ami, entends-tu le vol des corbeaux sur nos plaines,
Ami, entends-tu ces cris sourds du pays qu?on enchaîne,
Ohé, partisans, ouvriers et paysans, c?est l?alarme
Ce soir, l?ennemi connaîtra le prix du sang et des larmes.
Montez de la mine, descendez des collines, camarades,
Sortez de la paille les fusils, la mitraille, les grenades,
Ohé les tueurs, à vos armes et vos couteaux, tirez vite.
Ohé saboteur, attention à ton fardeau dynamite...
C?est nous qui brisons les barreaux des prisons pour nos frères
La haine à nos trousses et le faim qui nous pousse, la misère.
Il y a des pays où les gens aux creux des lits font des rêves.
Ici, nous vois-tu, nous on marche et nous on tue... nous on crève...
Ici, chacun sait ce qu?il veut, ce qu?il fait, quand il passe.
Ami, si tu tombes, un ami sort de l?ombre à ta place.
Demain du sang noir sèchera au grand soleil sur les routes.
Chantez compagnons, dans la nuit la liberté nous écoute...
Source : http://www.memoire-net.org/article.php3?id_article=240
Hymne des marines
The Marines' Hymn / L?hymne des Marines
From the halls of Montezuma / Des murs de Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli / Aux rives de Tripoli
We fight our country's battles / Nous nous battons pour notre pays
In the air, on land, and sea / Dans les airs, sur terre ou sur mer
First to fight for right and freedom / Les premiers à se battre pour le Droit et la Liberté
And to keep our honor clean / Et pour garder intact notre Honneur
We are proud to claim the title of / Nous sommes fiers de prétendre au titre de
United States Marines / Marines des États-Unis
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze / Notre drapeau déployé à tout vent
From dawn to setting sun / De l?aube jusqu?au couchant
We have fought in every clime and place / Nous nous sommes battus partout, quel que soit le temps
Where we could take a gun / Partout où nous pouvions amener un fusil
In the snow of far off northern lands / Dans la neige des lointaines terres du Nord
And in sunny tropic scenes / Et sous les paysages des Tropiques
You will find us always on the job / Nous sommes toujours sur la brèche, nous
The United States Marines / Les Marines des États-Unis
Here's health to you and to our Corps / A ta santé et à celle du Corps
Which we are proud to serve / Que nous sommes fiers de servir
In many a strife we've fought for life / Au cours de plus d?un combat nous nous sommes battus pour notre vie
And never lost our nerve / Et nous n?avons jamais perdu notre sang-froid
If the Army and the Navy / Si l?Armée et la Marine
Ever look on Heaven's scenes / Jettent un coup d??il au Paradis
They will find the streets are guarded by the / Ils verront que les rues y sont gardées
United States Marines / Par les Marines des États-Unis
Blood Upon The Risers ( A Paratroopers Theme Song )
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
"Is everybody happy!" cried the sergeant looking up, Our HERO meekly answered, "Yes" and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
He counted loud he counted long he waited for the shock. He felt the wind he felt the cold, he felt that awful drop. The silk from his reserve fell out and wrapped about his legs,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome, suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones. His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the ground,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind. He thought about the Medics and he wondered what they'd find,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The ambulance was on the spot and jeeps were running wild, The Medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or so since last a chute had failed,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
He hit the ground the sound of "SPLAT!" The blood went spurting high, His comrades were heard to say: "What a helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling around in all the welter of his gore,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon his chute, Intestines were a-danglin' from his Paratrooper's suite. They poured him from his helmet and poured him from his boots,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!!
Beautiful streamer please open for me, blue skies above me and no canopy.
I counted 10 thousand, waited too long, reached for my ripcord the handle was gone.
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
Voila si vous en avez d'autres...
Je commence par les plus "connut".
Chant des partisans
1943. Anna Marly, Joseph Kessel, Maurice Druon
Composé à Londres pour devenir l?indicatif de l?émission "Honneur et Patrie"
Largué par la Royale Air Force sur la France occupée, Ce chant devient l?Hymne de la lutte pour la Libération
Ami, entends-tu le vol des corbeaux sur nos plaines,
Ami, entends-tu ces cris sourds du pays qu?on enchaîne,
Ohé, partisans, ouvriers et paysans, c?est l?alarme
Ce soir, l?ennemi connaîtra le prix du sang et des larmes.
Montez de la mine, descendez des collines, camarades,
Sortez de la paille les fusils, la mitraille, les grenades,
Ohé les tueurs, à vos armes et vos couteaux, tirez vite.
Ohé saboteur, attention à ton fardeau dynamite...
C?est nous qui brisons les barreaux des prisons pour nos frères
La haine à nos trousses et le faim qui nous pousse, la misère.
Il y a des pays où les gens aux creux des lits font des rêves.
Ici, nous vois-tu, nous on marche et nous on tue... nous on crève...
Ici, chacun sait ce qu?il veut, ce qu?il fait, quand il passe.
Ami, si tu tombes, un ami sort de l?ombre à ta place.
Demain du sang noir sèchera au grand soleil sur les routes.
Chantez compagnons, dans la nuit la liberté nous écoute...
Source : http://www.memoire-net.org/article.php3?id_article=240
Hymne des marines
The Marines' Hymn / L?hymne des Marines
From the halls of Montezuma / Des murs de Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli / Aux rives de Tripoli
We fight our country's battles / Nous nous battons pour notre pays
In the air, on land, and sea / Dans les airs, sur terre ou sur mer
First to fight for right and freedom / Les premiers à se battre pour le Droit et la Liberté
And to keep our honor clean / Et pour garder intact notre Honneur
We are proud to claim the title of / Nous sommes fiers de prétendre au titre de
United States Marines / Marines des États-Unis
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze / Notre drapeau déployé à tout vent
From dawn to setting sun / De l?aube jusqu?au couchant
We have fought in every clime and place / Nous nous sommes battus partout, quel que soit le temps
Where we could take a gun / Partout où nous pouvions amener un fusil
In the snow of far off northern lands / Dans la neige des lointaines terres du Nord
And in sunny tropic scenes / Et sous les paysages des Tropiques
You will find us always on the job / Nous sommes toujours sur la brèche, nous
The United States Marines / Les Marines des États-Unis
Here's health to you and to our Corps / A ta santé et à celle du Corps
Which we are proud to serve / Que nous sommes fiers de servir
In many a strife we've fought for life / Au cours de plus d?un combat nous nous sommes battus pour notre vie
And never lost our nerve / Et nous n?avons jamais perdu notre sang-froid
If the Army and the Navy / Si l?Armée et la Marine
Ever look on Heaven's scenes / Jettent un coup d??il au Paradis
They will find the streets are guarded by the / Ils verront que les rues y sont gardées
United States Marines / Par les Marines des États-Unis
Blood Upon The Risers ( A Paratroopers Theme Song )
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
"Is everybody happy!" cried the sergeant looking up, Our HERO meekly answered, "Yes" and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
He counted loud he counted long he waited for the shock. He felt the wind he felt the cold, he felt that awful drop. The silk from his reserve fell out and wrapped about his legs,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome, suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones. His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the ground,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind. He thought about the Medics and he wondered what they'd find,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The ambulance was on the spot and jeeps were running wild, The Medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or so since last a chute had failed,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
He hit the ground the sound of "SPLAT!" The blood went spurting high, His comrades were heard to say: "What a helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling around in all the welter of his gore,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon his chute, Intestines were a-danglin' from his Paratrooper's suite. They poured him from his helmet and poured him from his boots,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!!
Beautiful streamer please open for me, blue skies above me and no canopy.
I counted 10 thousand, waited too long, reached for my ripcord the handle was gone.
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
Voila si vous en avez d'autres...