Das 2016 Brexit Referendum zeigte eine deutliche Trennung zwischen jung (Brexin) und alt (Brexit). Weiterher, wurden die Ergebnisse auf kryptische Weise von Cambridge Analytica manipuliert. Mögen die viele Gräben uns von falsh klingede Trompeten schützen. Möge Belgien wie auch die kleinere Länder zusammen mit den vielen Brexin Anhänger sich einigen um ein für UK gastfreieres Europa zu ringen.
12. Gerald Finzi geb. 1901 – Come away, come away, death
[Marc & Hélène]
« I am stain by a cruel maid….not a flower…to weep there »
Wo sind die Freibeuter für diese Expedition? Die Freibeurter kamen mit leeren Hände zurück.
Come away, come away, death
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
[O prepare it!]
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be [strown];
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be [thrown]:
[A thousand, [thousand] sighs to save,]
Lay me, O where
[Sad] true lover never find my grave,
[To weep there!]
Come away, come away, death
13. Edward Elgar geb. 1857 – The dance
[Koor]
Die Brexiteers tanzen jetzt sowohl in Engeland als auch in anderen Europäischen Staaten
Come and hasten to the dancing,
Merry eyes will soon be glancing,
Ha! My heart upbounds!
Come, Come!
Come and dance a merry measure,
Quaff the bright brown ale my treasure,
Hark! What joyous sounds!
Hark! Hark! Hark!
Sweet heart come, On let us haste.
On on no time let us waste,
With my heart I love thee!
Dance dance for rest we disdain.
Turn twirl and spin round again,
With my arm I hold thee!
Come on!
Merry eyes will soon be glancing,
Hark! What joyous sounds.
Hark!
Merry eyes will soon be glancing,
Hark! What sounds!
Hark! Hark!
Down the path the lights are gleaming,
Friendly faces gladly beaming
Welcome, welcome us with song.
Come and hasten to the dancing,
Merry eyes will soon be glancing,
Ha! My heart upbounds!
Hark! Hark! Hark! Hark!
Come, dance!
Come and dance a merry measure,
Quaff the bright brown ale my treasure,
Hark! What joyous sounds!
Hark! Hark! Hark! Hark!
Sweet heart come, On let us haste.
On on no time let us waste,
With my heart I love thee!
Dance dance for rest we disdain.
Turn twirl and spin round again,
With my arm I hold thee!
Come on!
Dancing makes the world
And life grow brighter
As we dance along.
Dancing makes the world
And life grow brighter
As we dance along.
Come! Dance! Come!
Come dance! Come dance! Come come!