Vlaams volkslied - Pagina 2

REMOVE KEBAB · 16 juni 2012, 17:44

Chorus
When der fuehrer says we is de master race
We heil heil right in der fueher's face
Not to love der fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we heil heil right in der fuehrer's face

When Herr Goebbels says we own the world and space
We heil heil right in Herr Goebbels' face
When Herr Goring says they'll never bomb dis place
We heil heil right in Herr Goring's face
Are we not he supermen Aryan pure supermen
Ja we are the supermen (super duper supermen)
Is this Nutsy land so good
Would you leave it if you could?
Ja this Nutsy land is good
We wouldn't leave it if we could
We bring the world to order
Heil Hitler's world new order
Everyone of foreign race
Will love der fuehrer's face
When we bring to the world dis order

Chorus

Instrumental Interlude

Chorus

Txiki · 16 juni 2012, 17:48

Of laten we een vrolijkere deun nemen:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1AN9ccoF-Y

Tekst wat aanpassen en klaar is kees:

Beauing, belling, dancing, drinking,
Breaking windows, cursing, sinking
Every raking, never thinking,
Live the Rakes of Mallow,

Spending faster than it comes,
Beating waiter's bailiffs, duns,
Bacchus' true begotten sons,
Live the Rakes of Mallow.

One time naught but claret drinking,
Then like politicians, thinking
To raise the sinking funds when sinking.
Live the Rakes of Mallow.

When at home, with da-da dying,
Still for mellow water crying,
But, where there's good claret plying
Live the Rakes of Mallow.

When at home with dadda dying,
Still for Mallow-water crying,
But where there is good claret plying
Live the rakes of Mallow.

Living short but merry lives,
Going where the devil drives,
Having sweethearts, but no wives,
Live the rakes of Mallow.

Racking tenants stewards teasing,
Swiftly spending, slowly raising,
Wishing to spend all their days in
Raking as at Mallow.

Then to end this raking life,
They get sober, take a wife,
Ever after live in strife,
And wish again for Mallow.

CLAESSENS Joris · 16 juni 2012, 17:52

Citaat:

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Everytime

Waarom iets anders vinden? Het is uw volkslied.

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Txiki · 16 juni 2012, 17:54

Citaat:

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door CLAESSENS Joris

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3 hoor, maar 't is k&k, he

16 juni 2012, 17:44	#21
REMOVE KEBAB Banneling Geregistreerd: 16 juni 2012 Berichten: 3	Chorus When der fuehrer says we is de master race We heil heil right in der fueher's face Not to love der fuehrer is a great disgrace So we heil heil right in der fuehrer's face When Herr Goebbels says we own the world and space We heil heil right in Herr Goebbels' face When Herr Goring says they'll never bomb dis place We heil heil right in Herr Goring's face Are we not he supermen Aryan pure supermen Ja we are the supermen (super duper supermen) Is this Nutsy land so good Would you leave it if you could? Ja this Nutsy land is good We wouldn't leave it if we could We bring the world to order Heil Hitler's world new order Everyone of foreign race Will love der fuehrer's face When we bring to the world dis order Chorus Instrumental Interlude Chorus Laatst gewijzigd door REMOVE KEBAB : 16 juni 2012 om 17:45.

16 juni 2012, 17:48	#22
Txiki Secretaris-Generaal VN Geregistreerd: 11 september 2007 Locatie: Killucan Berichten: 57.743	Of laten we een vrolijkere deun nemen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1AN9ccoF-Y Tekst wat aanpassen en klaar is kees: Beauing, belling, dancing, drinking, Breaking windows, cursing, sinking Every raking, never thinking, Live the Rakes of Mallow, Spending faster than it comes, Beating waiter's bailiffs, duns, Bacchus' true begotten sons, Live the Rakes of Mallow. One time naught but claret drinking, Then like politicians, thinking To raise the sinking funds when sinking. Live the Rakes of Mallow. When at home, with da-da dying, Still for mellow water crying, But, where there's good claret plying Live the Rakes of Mallow. When at home with dadda dying, Still for Mallow-water crying, But where there is good claret plying Live the rakes of Mallow. Living short but merry lives, Going where the devil drives, Having sweethearts, but no wives, Live the rakes of Mallow. Racking tenants stewards teasing, Swiftly spending, slowly raising, Wishing to spend all their days in Raking as at Mallow. Then to end this raking life, They get sober, take a wife, Ever after live in strife, And wish again for Mallow. __________________ I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.