Which country has the best national anthem?

Russia ftw!

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Russia

i vote jamaica

this shit sick

deadkamakazi wrote: i vote jamaica

Russia

“You cannot dream yourself into a character. You must hammer and forge yourself one-James A. Froude”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMlJgh8yY4k

Nazi Gemrany’s anthem sound very nice




****WARNING****Do not click on link if you get seizures by looking at a swastika(nazi symbol/flag)

— listen to it — and dont prejudge it. It really is a cool song(though I dont know the words)

I apologies if posting this is against the rules... though that’d be pretty lame and... intolerent

Hungary

translated lyrics

O my God, the Magyar bless
With Thy plenty and good cheer!
With Thine aid his just cause press,
Where his foes to fight appear.
Fate, who for so long didst frown,
Bring him happy times and ways;
Atoning sorrow hath weighed down
Sins of past and future days.

By Thy help our fathers gained
Kárpát’s proud and sacred height;
Here by Thee a home obtained
Heirs of Bendegúz, the knight.
Where’re Danube’s waters flow
And the streams of Tisza swell,
Árpád’s children, Thou dost know,
Flourished and did prosper well.

For us let the golden grain
Grow upon the fields of Kún,
And let Nectar’s silver rain
Ripen grapes of Tokay soon.
Thou our flags hast planted o’er
Forts where once wild Turks held sway;
Proud Vienna suffered sore
From King Mátyás' dark array.

But, alas! for our misdeed,
Anger rose within Thy breast,
And Thy lightnings Thou didst speed
From Thy thundering sky with zest.
Now the Mongol arrow flew
Over our devoted heads;
Or the Turkish yoke we knew,
Which a free-born nation dreads.

Oh, how often has the voice
Sounded of wild Osman’s hordes,
When in songs they did rejoice
O’er our heroes' captured swords!
Yea, how often rose thy sons,
My fair land, upon thy sod,
And thou gavest to these sons,
Tombs within the breast they trod!

Though in caves pursued he lie,
Even there he fears attacks.
Coming forth the land to spy,
Even a home he finds he lacks.
Mountain, valego where he would,
Grief and sorrow all the same
Underneath a sea of blood
While above a sea of flame.

'Neath the fort, a ruin now,
Joy and pleasure erst were found,
Only groans and sighs, I trow,
In its limits now abound.
But no freedom’s flowers return
From the spilt blood of the dead,
And the tears of slavery burn,
Which the eyes of orphans shed.

Pity, God, the Magyar, then,
Long by waves of danger tossed;
Help him by Thy strong hand when
He on grief’s sea may be lost.
Fate, who for so long did frown,
Bring him happy times and ways;
Atoning sorrow hath weighed down
All the sins of all his days.