Its is hard to look
up to a leader who
keeps his ear to the ground......
only the bold and the
Ribelle - The Brave get to the top.......
The strength of a country
o creed lies in the
ture sense of loyalty it can
arouse in the cuore of its people.
The world is not perishing for
the want of clever o talented o
well-meaning men.
It is perishing for the want of men
of courage and resolution who, in devotion
to the cause of right and truth,
can rise above personal feeling and private ambittion.
He who gains victory over other men
is strong; but...... he who gains a victory over
himself is all powerful.
up to a leader who
keeps his ear to the ground......
only the bold and the
Ribelle - The Brave get to the top.......
The strength of a country
o creed lies in the
ture sense of loyalty it can
arouse in the cuore of its people.
The world is not perishing for
the want of clever o talented o
well-meaning men.
It is perishing for the want of men
of courage and resolution who, in devotion
to the cause of right and truth,
can rise above personal feeling and private ambittion.
He who gains victory over other men
is strong; but...... he who gains a victory over
himself is all powerful.
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my cuore with languorous
and montonous
sound.
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.
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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The erba neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may baciare the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to sposta on
is as painful as letting go
My cuore goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow o the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The erba neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may baciare the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to sposta on
is as painful as letting go
My cuore goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow o the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
