http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zaVLWih8vg
Lyrics in Spanish inside, I try to tranlate it into English.
Nobody in El Tercio (La Legion) knew
who was that so
audacious and reckless legionary
that to the Legion had joined.
Nobody knew its history,
but the Legion supposed
that a great pain bit to him
like a wolf, the heart.
if ever anyone asked who he was with
pain and rough way he answered to him:
I am a man to whom the luck
hurt with claw of fierce;
I am a fiancè of the death
that is going to be united so in strong
bow with that loyal companion.
When more robust it was the fire
and the most fierce fight
defending its Flag
the legionary advanced.
And without fearing to the push
of the raised enemy,
he knew to die as brave
and the standard rescued.
And when bathering land with his ardent blood,
the legionary with full of pain voice murmured:
I am a man to whom the luck
hurt with claw of fierce;
I am a fiancè of the death
that is going to be united so in strong
bow with that loyal companion.
When, to the aim they gathered to him,
between its shirt chest they found
a letter and a picture
of a divine woman.
And that letter said:
“… if someday God calls you
Request a a position for me
that I soon will go to meet you ".
And in the last kiss that sent its
last goodbye to him consecrated to him.
To go to your side to for meeting
my more loyal partner,
I became fiancè of the death,
I narrowed it with strong bow
and its love was my Flag!
This is a parade
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEWWjTZWJ_4&feature=related
Lyrics in Spanish inside, I try to tranlate it into English.
Nobody in El Tercio (La Legion) knew
who was that so
audacious and reckless legionary
that to the Legion had joined.
Nobody knew its history,
but the Legion supposed
that a great pain bit to him
like a wolf, the heart.
if ever anyone asked who he was with
pain and rough way he answered to him:
I am a man to whom the luck
hurt with claw of fierce;
I am a fiancè of the death
that is going to be united so in strong
bow with that loyal companion.
When more robust it was the fire
and the most fierce fight
defending its Flag
the legionary advanced.
And without fearing to the push
of the raised enemy,
he knew to die as brave
and the standard rescued.
And when bathering land with his ardent blood,
the legionary with full of pain voice murmured:
I am a man to whom the luck
hurt with claw of fierce;
I am a fiancè of the death
that is going to be united so in strong
bow with that loyal companion.
When, to the aim they gathered to him,
between its shirt chest they found
a letter and a picture
of a divine woman.
And that letter said:
“… if someday God calls you
Request a a position for me
that I soon will go to meet you ".
And in the last kiss that sent its
last goodbye to him consecrated to him.
To go to your side to for meeting
my more loyal partner,
I became fiancè of the death,
I narrowed it with strong bow
and its love was my Flag!
This is a parade
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEWWjTZWJ_4&feature=related
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