Classic Poem

A wind full of tears on the impassive sea
has so far! The France listening serious. But
it is the weeping voice, the terrible pain
Hécubes of weeping gold Americas.

Out there in the fright and insults and hatred,
hunters have sounded the death halloo,
and again blowing his venomous breath
you'd see the Huitzilopoxtli mouth.

It seems that all the demons of the past
just wake up poisoning the earth,
against us if the standard bloody rose,
r 'is the flagship of this hideous tyrant War.

Marsellaises of bornze and gold which are in the air
pure our hearts burning song of hope.
Hearing the cockerel clear bugle
it proclaims: Liberte! And we translate: France!

Because France will always be our hope,
France to give America his hand,
France is the home of our dreams! The France
Blessed is the home of all mankind!

Cry, Peace; under the fire fighters on,
Peace preaching dawn and sings the Angelus,
Peace dove that enactment of the arch;
and was the voice of the angel and the cross of Jesus.

Cry: Brotherhood! the symbolic bird
nonce or fraternity in the clear sky,
the eagle hovers over our immense America
and the condor is his brother in the blue,

and you, Paris! Magician Race
Latin Queen, illuminates our dark day,
give us the secret that your no trace we
and the strength of Fluctuat nec mergitur !

And when we are caught in the black flame
which our minds, Cain equals
we raise our eyes and we heat our souls
sun Voltaire and Victor Hugo!