paroles de chanson The Minstrel Boy - Graziano Romani

The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him.
His father's sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song" said the warrior bard
"Though all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee".
The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under.
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder.
And he said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"