Cyrano de Bergerac - Gascons | Текст песни

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Here is the creme of France
You can tell at a glance,
Outnumbered ten to one
We don't run, we advance.
Soldiers of fortune
Men in a ***
Life's deadly danse.
We hold our heads high,
Smile at the blue sky,
Live while we may live,
Die when we must die -

We are the Gascons,
God loves the Gascons,
No braver men on Earth.
God bless the Gascons,
God save the Gascons,
God only knows their worth.
Lovers of freedom,
Soldiers of god by birth.

We are the pawns of fate,
We prepare and we wait.
Ready to give our lives
For the great ship of state.
Artists and dreamers,
Warriors and schemers,
What worlds we create!
Women adore us,
Give their *** for us
Who could ignore this
Heavenly chorus?

We are the Gascons,
***-blooded Gascons,
We love the lusty life.
Peering through ***
Leering ***
Somebody's busty wife.
Love's gleaming dagger
Soon is a rusty knife.

Gascons are great fighters,
Wondrous lovers,
Crazy spenders, too.
Gascons are the blighters
Every lovely girl surrenders to.
All the ridiculous exaggerations
*** Gascons are true.
They are true!

We are the Gascons,
Pride of the Gascons
Tried in the tide of lore.
Long live the Gascons,
God gives the Gascons
What they deserve and more.
Princes of passion,
Fashioners of fashion,
Swordsmen and thinkers,
Gamblers and drinkers,
Saints and seducers,
Thieves and producers,
Rogues and romantics,
***
Taking the task ***
That's what the Gascons are for!

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