Le référendum du Brexit en 2016 démontra le clivage entre les jeunes générations (pro-Brexin) et les électeurs plus âgés (pro-Brexit). Qui plus est, ce référendum fut manipulé de façon occulte par „Cambridge Analytica“. Puisse le silence de milliers de tombes nous protéger des fausses trompettes. Puisse la Belgique avec tous les supporters du Brexin s’allier en faveur d’une Europe plus accueillante au Royaume Uni ainsi qu’à la plupart des membres moins importants.
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 »
Où sont les fleurs accompagnant cette expédition? Les corsaires retournent à la maison, les mains vides
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]
Les partisans du Brexit ont dansé tant dans le Royaume Uni que dans d’autres pays Européens qui n’apprécient guère les Britaniques par trop tenaces.
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!