[Orcanie] Boldiam Calling

 
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Boldiam calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
Boldiam calling to the underworld
Come out of the teleport, all you boys and girls
Boldiam calling, get no break in the rush
All that false Wowmania will bite the dust
Boldiam calling, see we ain’t got no song
’cept for singing that WOW's way is wrong

The Hib age is coming, the moon are mooning in
Firbolgs wondering why power is lurikeen
Celts keep CSing and we have no fear !
Boldiam is drowning-and I shoot by the river

Boldiam calling to the midgardian help
Forget it, Albion, an’ make it yourself
Boldiam calling upon the zombies of death
But WOW get full of their pestilential breath
Boldiam calling-and I don’t wanna shout
Hibernia is now your worse nightmare to push out
Boldiam calling, see we ain’t got no cheat
Except when for children shoes, we make feet*

The Hib age is coming, the moon are mooning in
Firbolgs wondering why power is lurikeen
Celts keep CSing and we have no fear !
Boldiam is drowning-and I shoot by the river


Boldiam calling, yeah, I was there, too
Boldiam calling, was it more than midnight ?
And anyway, each one can fight at night !



* to make feet for children shoes
1_sens littéral ; fabriquer des pieds pour les chaussures des enfants
2_sens figuré; faire des choses pas racontables en language lurikeen


(ps : pour ceux qui n'auraient pas reconnu c'est sur l'air d'une chanson culte des Clash
pps : soyez indulgent avec mon anglais qui vient de derriere le voile, comme toute magie hibernienne
Firbolg are thinking? Tu ne trouvais pas une autre formule? C'est pas crédible ça Quant aux luri au pouvoir, ok... (dans leur tête^^), les Celte qui CS.. Ok... Nan, pas de doute, ya que les firby qui sont pas crédibles

Sympa sinon

PS: peu de réponse, tu devrais peut etre mettre 1 traduction
PS':ton anglais est plutot pas mal puis l'avantage c'est qu'en musique, tu peux te permettre quelques formules
Etne en fait je voulais dire Firbolg start thinking dans le sens de: Fear ! meme les firbolgs commencent à réfléchir.

Mais c'est pas clair t'as raison

Je vais édit de ce pas

Et vi ç'est bien London Calling

Pour Urum

When I have rencontred you,
You were pexing aux parthas,
As I put a spell on you,
You wished to roule a pelle to me.

You were running un peu partout
But déja you were perver
Remember what I saied you,
That I first love faire la guerre.

You were déja playing Urum,
I was playing Hayao
C'est pas parc' que you are him qu'you are beau.

You were not really beautiful
In the middle of the foule.
Even Parthas made the poule,
When you decided to pull.

Dear Urum, dear marshmallow,
You are strong, you are not beau
You offered me all what You have
I saied thank you, you are bien brave.

You were déja playing Urum,
I was playing Hayao
C'est pas parc' que you are him qu'you are beau.

You wanted to marry me,
And make love very beaucoup,
To have a max of children,
Just like Stone and Charden.

But I told you ma pensée,
Together we disputed.
Pretexting a story of pexe,
We decided to disband.

You were déja playing Urum,
I was playing Hayao
C'est pas parc' que you are him qu'you are beau.

You chialed comme une madeleine,
Not me, I have my dignité.
You told me : you are a sale celte !
I told you : poil to the bec !

That's comme ça that you thank me
To have learning you english ?
Eh ! That's not you qui m'a appris,
My grand father was a rosbeef !

You were déja playing Urum,
I was playing Hayao
C'est pas parc' que you are him qu'you are beau.

Cher Urum tu ne dois pas t'en rappeller c'était fin 2002 aux parthas
Kiss quand meme
 

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