Текст и перевод песни Joan Baez - Battle Hymn of the Republic (Remastered, Live)

Battle Hymn of the Republic (Remastered, Live)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage, where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has loosed the fateful lightening of his terrible, swift sword
His truth is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
His truth is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on

Hymne de bataille de la République (Remasterisé, en direct)

Mes yeux ont vu la gloire de la venue du Seigneur
Il foule aux pieds le raisin, là où sont entreposés les raisins de la colère
Il a lâché la foudre fatale de son épée terrible et rapide
Sa vérité marche
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Sa vérité marche
Dans la beauté des lys, le Christ est né de l'autre côté de la mer
Avec une gloire dans son sein qui te transfigure et me transfigure
Comme il est mort pour rendre les hommes saints, mourons pour rendre les hommes libres
Sa vérité marche
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Sa vérité marche
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Gloire, gloire, alléluia
Sa vérité marche