Текст и перевод песни Daniel O'Donnell - Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine
eyes
have
seen
the
glory
of
the
coming
of
the
Lord
Mes
yeux
ont
vu
la
gloire
de
la
venue
du
Seigneur
He
is
trampling
out
the
vintage
where
the
grapes
of
wrath
are
stored
Il
foule
aux
pieds
le
raisin
là
où
les
raisins
de
la
colère
sont
stockés
He
had
loosed
the
fateful
lightening
of
his
terrible
swift
sword
Il
a
lâché
la
foudre
fatidique
de
son
épée
terriblement
rapide
His
truth
is
marching
on
Sa
vérité
marche
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
His
truth
is
marching
on
Sa
vérité
marche
In
the
beauty
of
the
lilies
Christ
was
born
across
the
sea
Dans
la
beauté
des
lys,
le
Christ
est
né
de
l'autre
côté
de
la
mer
With
a
glory
in
his
bosom
that
transfigures
you
and
me
Avec
une
gloire
dans
son
sein
qui
te
transfigure,
mon
amour,
et
moi
As
he
died
to
make
men
holy
let
us
die
to
make
men
free
Comme
il
est
mort
pour
rendre
les
hommes
saints,
mourons
pour
rendre
les
hommes
libres
While
God
is
marching
on
Alors
que
Dieu
marche
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
While
God
is
marching
on
Alors
que
Dieu
marche
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah
Gloire,
gloire,
alléluia
While
God
is
marching
on
Alors
que
Dieu
marche
His
truth
is
marching
on.
Sa
vérité
marche.
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