Конечно же, кошкодевочками в моем понимании…)
Я откровенно признаю, что мои музыкальные таланты ограничены до «следовых», и зверь, наступивший мне на ухо, был явно существенно больше медведя. Но иногда замутить что-то, напоминающее музыку, мне таки хочется) И современная технология пришла мне в этом на помощь, позволив реализовать креативные устремления без необходимости годами мучить пальцы гитарой, или соседей — барабаном. Достижимый с помощью нейронок уровень меня вполне устраивает)
1. FOR THE TRIBE AND THE REPUBLIC — ок, «вспомогательный корпус гиен» (фр. Corps auxiliaire d’hyènes) на службе французской армии Второй Мировой, это, может быть, перебор в сюрреализм. Но реально, вспомните как только ни переосмысляли Вторую Мировую в аниме (и с гигантскими роботами, и с девочками-волшебницами, и с ведьмочками, воюющими против пришельцев…) и версия с проживающими в Африке параллельно людям разумными гиенами будет далеко не самой странной.
Если видео не открывается — по ссылке
Eh! Listen to the drums!
The savanna is shaking! The steel is waking!
Allons-y, mes sœurs!
[Verse 1]
Iron treads are beating on the red, red sand
The Huns are marching down to break our motherland!
They bring the crooked cross, they bring the iron chain
They want to see the continent enslaved in pain!
But Rommel’s fools don’t know what waits across the dunes
We read their bloody fate inside the ancient runes!
[Pre-Chorus]
We bare our fangs beneath the blazing sun!
The Corps auxiliaire d’hyènes bows to no one!
We make our stand! We hold the line! We will not yield!
To save the Third Republic, we become the shield!
[Chorus]
Stand your ground! Hear the laughing roar!
We are the savage daughters of the righteous war!
Against the tyrant’s whip, against the fascist trick,
For the Tribe and the Republic!
Spit the blood out! Let the triggers click!
For the Tribe and the Republic!
[Verse 2]
Hotchkiss tanks are tearing forward through the fire!
Crushing Panzers into scrap down in the dirt and mire!
The engine roars just like a lion in the night,
We run beside the tracks, we hunger for the fight!
Feel the heavy barrel, feel the wooden stock,
Old trusty Lebel rifle ready for the shock!
Cold steel bayonet, gripped tight inside the paw,
We feed the pale invaders to the jungle’s jaw!
[Bridge]
Load the shells! HA!
Aim the sights! HA!
Gods bless three-inch guns! Feel their wrath!
Hear the rapid fire from the barrels as they wail,
Raining on the Germans like a devastating, fiery hail!
Brra-ta-ta-ta-ta!
The fiery hail!
Watch the master race run away and turn tail!
[Chorus]
Stand your ground! Hear the laughing roar!
We are the savage daughters of the righteous war!
Against the tyrant’s whip, against the fascist trick,
For the Tribe and the Republic!
Spit the blood out! Let the triggers click!
For the Tribe and the Republic!
[Outro]
No chains! No Huns!
Only teeth! Only guns!
Pour la France! Pour l’Afrique!
For the Tribe and the Republic!
Click-clack.
Vive la République!
2. WHEN THE SAND MEETS THE SNOW — немцы в Африке закончились, и Вспомогательный Корпус перекидывают на Восточный Фронт. Кошкодевочки мерзнут (а уж кошкомальчики и подавно…) и скучают по дому. Но на их эффективности это не сказывается.
Опять же, если видео не открывается — по ссылке.
[Intro]
It is so cold here… Far from the yellow grass.
The icy wind bites.
But the Corps auxiliaire d’hyènes… we do not shatter.
[Verse 1]
A thousand miles away from the burning sun we know,
We march across a silent world of blinding, endless snow.
The piercing, icy wind is tearing through our heavy fur,
In the freezing, distant night, our memories start to blur.
We dream of our Africa, the heat upon the stone,
While tracking down the Huns into this twilight zone.
[Chorus]
No warmth, no home, just the freezing wind’s blow,
But we bring the fire to the grave down below.
The Savanna and the Tundra, united we go,
When the sand meet the snow!
When the sand meet the snow!
[Verse 2]
The dark night shatters with a blinding, sudden light!
The Russian guns are roaring, tearing through the white!
From horizon to horizon, the artillery rains,
As the sloped-steel tanks break the winter’s chains!
Tearing through the drifts, heavy armor leads the way,
We run beside our Russian brothers, charging to the fray!
[Pre-Chorus]
They hear the laughing roar echoing above the frost!
The German faces pale, they know their war is lost!
We bare our shivering fangs, we break their breaking line,
We hunt the fleeing Huns through the splintered pine!
[Chorus]
No warmth, no home, just the freezing wind’s blow,
But we bring the fire to the grave down below.
The Savanna and the Tundra, united we go,
When the sand meet the snow!
When the sand meet the snow!
[Bridge]
The battle fades. The silence takes the land.
Red blood on the snow… looks like red blood on the sand.
Two distant worlds, bound by the pain and the scars,
Fighting for freedom beneath the alien stars.
[Outro]
Look to the east, the long night is finally done.
Above the frozen plains rises the glorious sun.
It shines so bright… just like our motherland.
The snow… and the sand.
When the sand meet the snow…
3. THE BEAST OF STEEL AND POWER — старый дредноут «L’Afrique», с экипажем из кошкодевочек (и кошкомальчиков) ищет в Атлантике немецкий рейдер. Шансы медлительного дредноута против современного тяжелого крейсера невелики; но шторм уравнивает стороны…
Ну, и как прежде — если не видно видео, то по ссылке.
[Intro]
The ocean is angry tonight… far from our sun.
But old heavy hull of L’Afrique does not shake.
We hunt the wolf.
[Verse 1]
Eight giant barrels, twenty thousands tons of doom,
We plow the black Atlantic through the midnight gloom!
An old slow dreadnought, armored down into the sea,
The daughters of the savannah fight for victory!
The radio is crying, distant transports scream in fright,
The German raider hunt them, fading back into the night.
[Chorus]
Through the storm and the thunder, the machines roar,
We bring the fire that they never felt before!
Let the cold waves hit us, we will never cower,
Rise, ol’ L’Afrique! The Beast of Steel and Power!
The Beast of Steel and Power!
[Verse 2]
Push the boilers to the maximum, the old turbines scream!
We tear through the giant waves, chasing down a dream!
The lookouts peer through darkness, salt is burning in the eyes,
There! A black silhouette beneath the stormy skies!
A giant German cruiser, dark and evil like a fiend,
But our searchlights cut the night, the targets have been seen!
[Pre-Chorus]
Rangefinders locking in the cold machine view!
No mercy in the optics, we know what we must do!
We bare our shivering fangs, we hear the captain’s call,
Tonight the black demon of the sea will fall!
[Chorus]
Through the storm and the thunder, the giant guns roar,
We bring the fire that they never felt before!
Let the cold waves hit us, we will never cower,
Fight, ol’ L’Afrique! The Beast of Steel and Power!
The Beast of Steel and Power!
[Bridge]
Their heavy shells strike us, howling in the dark!
They hits the armors plate, flashing brilliant spark!
But old dreadsnought holds! The steel protects the pack!
We reload the giant guns, now we answer back!
BOOM! The horizon burns! BOOM! The cannons speak!
Feel the heavy fury of the crew of L’Afrique!
[Verse 3]
The enemy is turning, trying to run away,
But the cold logic of machines says he cannot see the day.
One final massive salvo shakes the ocean floor,
The darkness turns to daylight with a terrifying roar!
A blinding white explosion shatters all the night,
The raider sinks to bottom, fading from our sight!
[Outro]
The storm is still raging, but the wolf is dead.
The water turns to black where the ocean bled.
We stand on dreadnought deck, we watch the fires fade…
The victory is ours, the debt is finally paid!
The Beast of Steel and Power…
P.S. И да, я прекрасно знаю эту картинку:
Но для меня и такой уровень более чем высокий)
P.P.S. Впрочем мне лично «WHEN THE SAND MEETS THE SNOW» очень нравится…
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