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Den här gången Hans Zimmers och Joe Strummers makalösa tolkning av John Moores ballad "The Minstrel Boy". Jag lyssnade på den här låten när jag skrev kapitlet med samma namn.
Min Minstrel Boy är ju Anton och vi får se vart ödet bär honom...
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"
Och nu över till något helt annat än patriotism,
nämligen pirater och
inte vilka pirater som helst
utan min sorts
i kapitel 15.
!Varning, inget för känsliga!
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"
Och nu över till något helt annat än patriotism,
nämligen pirater och
inte vilka pirater som helst
utan min sorts
i kapitel 15.
!Varning, inget för känsliga!
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