Troupes de Marine - Anthem Marine Troops

Anthem Marine Troops

This song is sung at a brisk pace to marching music

In battle or storm,

The chorus of male songs, (repeat)

Our soul always ready to danger,

Brave and lightning guns.

Men of iron that nothing weary

We look death in the face,

In the roaring storm or rough fight. Forward!

To make a soldier of Marine

You need in the chest

The heart of a sailor and that of a soldier.

Often in the torrid zone,

The tooth tiger or lion

Fever or ball homicide

Just decimate our battalions.

So to the motherland,

We see, contorted with agony,

In a supreme effort to turn our front. Forward!

And we regret unanimous

Dear France, O sublime country!

This is for you to have one life to give.

Be proud soldier in the Navy,

Love thy victory bugles

And your face illuminated by burnished,

The brilliance of great deeds.

From the Bosphorus to Martinique,

From Senegal to the Pacific

We see your flag colors shine. Forward!

The glory took you under his wing,

For the honor always faithful,

You die in battle or you come back victorious.

In every battle in the Crimea,

We too have taken part

De Malakoff under fire,

We were climbing the walls.

At the sight of our uniforms,

That the fire or sword deforms,

The enemy turned pale, stepped back many times. Forward!

And on our foreheads that shines,

We can see the triple crown

The laurels of Podor, of Inkerman and Alma.

When Prussia inundating France,

About Us unleashed its fury,

At his balls as his spears

We have opposed our hearts.

And when the battle roared,

Our forehead, wounded by shrapnel,

Bloody, but untamed, defied the winners. Forward!

A Bazeilles The Cluze and Neuville,

When fighting against one hundred thousand,

The success betrays us but we kept the honor.

Constantly ready for any fight;

Valiant soldiers of our major ports,

No nothing can kill you

Who do you count your dead point

You reduce Chinese, Kanaka,

In Madagascar you, Annam and Tonkin. Forward!

Also under the sky its dome

Joined still halo

Son-Tay and Noumea, Tamatave and Beijing

A day will come, dear hope,

Where the ardent call of bugles,

Will rise to our France

Avengers ... and we will.

So for us, oh what a feast!

We will give younger sisters,

For the victories of Jena, Auerstadt, Stettin. Forward!

Yes we love the holy wars

For the blood of heroes, our fathers,

In our blood on fire, do not flow in vain