The Black Crows

 Je me suis amusé à faire une adaptation du chant des partisans en Anglais , j'ai utilisé l'intelligence artificielle pour la traduction et la voix , le reste c'est moi qui l'ai programmé avec mes logiciels habituels ( voir dans la rubrique matos de mon profil )

Hey! Partisans, workers, and peasants, it's the alarm!

Tonight the enemy will know the price of blood and tears!

Come up from the mine, come down from the hills, comrades!

Take out the rifles, the machine guns, the grenades from the straw... 

Hey! Killers, with bullets and knives, kill quickly! Hey! Saboteur, watch your burden: dynamite!

Friend, do you hear the black flight of crows over our plains?

Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the land being chained? 

It is we who break the prison bars for our brothers,

Hatred at our heels and hunger driving us on, misery...

There are countries where people in the depths of their beds dream

Here, you see, we march and we kill, we die.

Here, everyone knows what they want, what they do when they pass by... 

Friend, do you hear the black flight of crows over our plains?

Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the land being chained?

Friend, if you fall, a friend will step out of the shadows in your place.

Tomorrow, black blood will dry in the bright sun on the roads.

Whistle, comrades, in the night, Liberty is listening to us. 

Friend, do you hear the black flight of crows over our plains?

Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the land being chained?

Friend, do you hear these muffled cries from the land being chained?

Friend, do you hear the black flight of crows over our plains?

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...