Текст песни: Ca Ira: Opera in Three Acts: "To Take Your Hat Off..." + перевод

To take your hat off

Is the gesture of a toff

But even his lordship needs a head

To take his hat off of

So D&ierre lost his life

By being somewhat too polite

In face of all the pain and fear that festered

For more than a thousand years

By the left, Quick March!

D&ierre has lost his head

The King has lost his grown

The carriage rolls through the streets

The crowd jeers, the wheels squeak

Hey, hey, what goes around

Always comes around

IN Germany and England

They celebrate our liberty

Over there by and by

They’ll have their 14th of July

In Germany and England they fete our

Liberty

The National Assembly try to whitewash the King

His brothers in law

Are c&ed on every border

They fear to depose him

Would men war

But feelings run deep

And the man in the street

Hungry, weak but unbowed

Scents the taste so sweet of peacock meat

As it wafts over the crowd

So they march to the C&s du Mars

To demand Republic now

Republic here, now, today

The National Assembly

Has got it wrong

Present…

We sing in the C&s du Mars

Take Aim…

We sing of what we want

FIRE!

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