Если погуглить "14 July", то будет обычный унылый результат гуглопоиска. А вот если погуглить "14 juillet", что то же самое по-французски, то Гугл вам наглядно покажет, что это день взятия Бастилии.
Sid: I say we storm the castle and take back what's rightfully ours. Who's with me?! Peasants of Valencia: Yeah! Sid + Peasants of Valencia: We will march and we'll fight For the cause of good and right Sid: Though the odds of us surviving Are ridiculously slight Sid + Peasants of Valencia: And we'll stand proud and tall Sid: 'Till they come to kill us all Then we'll beg and plead and soil ourselves As one by one we fall Some they'll slash, some they'll hack Some they'll bludgeon blue and black Some they'll gut from top to bottom Some they'll mangle front to back And we'll all realize As they're gouging out our eyes That tomorrow we'll regret it But today we rise! And our corpses will rot on the plain Leaving only a gross, bloody stain Then the world, it will see As will all of history Sid + Peasants of Valencia: We had truth on our side Sid: But we still died in vain And the brave and lucky few Who will somehow make it through Scarred for life and missing limbs And needing help to pee and poo They can stand 'neath these skies Begging change from passerbys Is it hopeless, yep you said it We might as well forget it Tomorrow we'll regret it But today we rise! Oh my God, will we regret it But today we rise! Not so tough now are we? We're going to tear this castle down! Right everybody?! I said, right everybody?!
И что то по тексту вспомнил He was not at all afraid To be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared To be mashed into a pulp. Or to have his eyes gouged out, And his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split And his body burned away, And his limbs all hacked and mangled Brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in And his heart cut out And his liver removed And his bowls unplugged And his nostrils raped And his bottom burnt off And his penis
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Date: 2020-07-10 10:33 pm (UTC)Sid: I say we storm the castle and take back what's rightfully ours. Who's with me?!
Peasants of Valencia: Yeah!
Sid + Peasants of Valencia: We will march and we'll fight
For the cause of good and right
Sid: Though the odds of us surviving
Are ridiculously slight
Sid + Peasants of Valencia: And we'll stand proud and tall
Sid: 'Till they come to kill us all
Then we'll beg and plead and soil ourselves
As one by one we fall
Some they'll slash, some they'll hack
Some they'll bludgeon blue and black
Some they'll gut from top to bottom
Some they'll mangle front to back
And we'll all realize
As they're gouging out our eyes
That tomorrow we'll regret it
But today we rise!
And our corpses will rot on the plain
Leaving only a gross, bloody stain
Then the world, it will see
As will all of history
Sid + Peasants of Valencia: We had truth on our side
Sid: But we still died in vain
And the brave and lucky few
Who will somehow make it through
Scarred for life and missing limbs
And needing help to pee and poo
They can stand 'neath these skies
Begging change from passerbys
Is it hopeless, yep you said it
We might as well forget it
Tomorrow we'll regret it
But today we rise!
Oh my God, will we regret it
But today we rise!
Not so tough now are we? We're going to tear this castle down! Right everybody?! I said, right everybody?!
И что то по тексту вспомнил
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his penis