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PoorOldSpike
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HYMN OF ELAS
With my rifle at the shoulder
in cities plains and villages
I clear the road for freedom
I lay her bay-leaves and she passes.
March E.L.A.S. for Greece
righteousness and freedom
in mountainpeaks and in valleys,
fly,fight with your heart
A song is your breath
while in the ridge you walk
and from your voice resound
hearts and plains E.L.A.S. E.L.A.S.
With thousand names one charm
akritas or armatolos
rebel, kleftis, lad
i'ts always the people itself
Everywhere the Homeland has sent me
guard and a revenger too
and from my impetus rises
a new free life.
Damn him that he will threaten me
with slavery and shame
death I have suppressed,
I do not know what fear means.
With my rifle at the shoulder,
the day will shine , it wont be long
to open the street for freedom,
in order to pass all of the land.
Sounds good, but I prefer the German marches .- Do not you think?
