In ricordo di Bobby

[Fenrir]

05/05/1981 - 05/05/2006
Onore al Patriota Bobby, porteremo sempre il tuo ricordo nel cuore.
IRLANDA LIBERA E SOVRANA
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[Birrafondaio]

05/05/1981 - 05/05/2006
Onore al Patriota Bobby, porteremo sempre il tuo ricordo nel cuore.
IRLANDA LIBERA E SOVRANA
salucc

QUOTO

[Eridano]

Memoria imperitura.

[Wolf]

[Wolf]

E a tutti i Patrioti Irlandesi che si sono immolati come lui





siano da esempio anche a noi Padani.

[Nanths]

massimo rispetto alla gente seria che non chiacchiera (o "giura")di dare la vita per questo o quello ma lo fa veramente.

[eleichem (POL)]

una guida per ogni uomo che ami la libertà, un esempio di coerenza edi fede negli ideali.
Onore a Bobby Sands e ai suoi eroici compagni.

[Bèrghem]

"Bobby Sands" - Soldat Louis

Paroles et musique: Gary Wicknam

Les chansons des rues de Belfast
Ont le même parfum d'Irlande
Elles pleurent comme le ciel de Belfast
Comme ont pleuré les yeux de Bobby Sands
Les chansons d'amour en Ulster
Font briller les yeux des filles
Parfois oublier l'Angleterre
Les militaires stationnés pour la vie
Les chansons de guerre à Belfast
Sont piégées de haine farouche
Pour hurler à la gueule d'en face
Pour eux il rest'ra toujours une cartouche

REFRAIN:
Chantez plus fort
Que le monde vous entende
Jurez à mort
L'insolente
Luttez encore
Comme pour l"indépendance
Aimez plus fort
Comme aimait Bobbys Sands

Toutes les chansons d'Irlande du Nord
Se souviennent d'une dame de fer
Qui s'était jurée d'les voir morts
Un passeport catholique "Bon pour l'enfer"
Les chansons des pubs de Belfast
Trouvent même la bière militante
L'ivresse étant bien moins néfaste
Que l'arrogance de la classe protestante

REFRAIN

Les chansons d'curé en Irlande
Ont quelques âmes à défendre
Si pour les deux côtés elles chantent
Sans arme, elles savent: Pas d'miracle à attendre
Les chansons des mômes de Belfast
Sentent déjà la colère
Pour qu'l'injustice n'est plus sa place
Les poings serrés avant l'plastic du père

REFRAIN

Les chansons des rues de Belfast
Ont le même parfum d'Irlande
Elles pleurent comme le ciel de Belfast
Comme ont pleuré les yeux de Bobby Sands
Comme ont pleuré leurs yeux pour Bobby Sands

[giovanni.fgf]

Forse mi ripeto troppo , ma e semprer più utile ricordare:

UN UOMO VALE QUANTO LA SUA PAROLA

Robert "Bobby" Sands era un uomo.

con ossequi.

PS ( chi segue gli sciacalli , non pretenda di diventar leone)

[Bèrghem]

"The People's Own M.P." - Christy Moore


How many more must die now, how many must we lose
Before the island people their own destiny can choose?
From immortal Robert Emmet to Bobby Sands M.P
Who was given 30,000 votes while in captivity

No more he'll hear the larks sweet notes upon the Ulster air
Or gaze upon the snowflake pure to calm his deep despair
Before he went on hungerstrike young Bobby did compose
The Rhythm of Time the Weeping Winds and the Sleeping Rose


He was a poet and a soldier, he died courageously
And we gave him 30,000 votes while in captivity.


Thomas Ashe gave everything in 1917
The lord mayor of Cork Mac Sweeney died his freedom to obtain
But never one of all our dead died more courageously
Than young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook, the people's own M.P

Forever we'll remember him that man who died in pain
That his country North and South might be united once again
To mourn him is to organise and built a movement strong
With ballot box and armalite, with music and with song


He was a poet and a soldier, he died courageously
And we gave him 30,000 votes while in captivity.