I'm French,
i don't speak very good english but i like to learn this langage.
There's listen to the Marseillaise to understand the suffering of my grandparents,
both my grandfathers were summers prisoners during the Second World War and my great grand fathers were two summers soldiers during the First World War, France is a country that has not experienced long periods of peace, but the French workers and rebuilt their country thanks to the expertise and culture.
Today, the French are proud of their history and which probably explains our arrogance, as foreigners often think ...
I am proud to be in a country that has an integrated real health care system, a powerful army and interesting infrastructure, education is not expensive unlike our friends across the Channel and the people are not as poor as English and some left in the shit, but I think it is less rich than rich French English apart from the billionaires I think ...
You should also know that France is hosting the equivalent of its population in tourists every year!
I am proud to be French, and even more proud to live in a country as beautiful! Now it is time to think about Europe and not just in my small country eventually as compared to the world ...
Please read this beautiful song and go listen to it on YouTube this time in French!
You will always be welcome in France, I hope more Americans will open their minds to my country and its history!
Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts
To arms citizens Form your battalions
March, march
Let impure blood
Water our furrows
What do they want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile chains
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What methods must be taken?
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!
What! These foreign cohorts!
They would make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield under the yoke
The vile despots would have themselves be
The masters of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and traitors
The shame of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will receive their just reward
Against you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our young heros
France will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Bear or hold back your blows
Spare these sad victims
That they regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody despots
These accomplices of Bouillé
All these tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers' wombs
We too shall enlist
When our elders' time has come
To add to the list of deeds
Inscribed upon their tombs
We are much less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their coffins
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining them
Drive on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished liberty
Join the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your manly tone
So that in death your enemies
See your triumph and our glory!
Comments
thanks!
by Costantinus on December 16th, 2007
Ah, le vin, le fromage, les beaux arts
by Countess Crapula on February 25th, 2009