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Piesa facuta de Brutus dupa ce s-a dizolvat Nigels, insa eu tot Nigels as considera piesa ca label de artist:) ca sa zic asa :)
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Nigels (Baroque Hooligans) Test My Fate

Sound track Johannes Brahms - Variations on a Theme of Haydn for orchestra Op. 56a - from YouTube
Poem by Mihai Eminescu - biggest Romanian poet
Translation in English and Voice - DoVox 

(fragments of a Romanian grand poem that is presenting the victory in the battle of Rovine, in 17th of May 1395, where the Ottoman army was defeated by Wallachian army led by their voivod/ruler Mircea the Elder, the grandfather of  Vlad Tepes aka Dracula)
Note: There were three countries/principalityes speaking the same language, separated by the angular position of the Carpathian Mountains: Transylvania, Moldova and Wallachia, all actually in nowadays Romania. Wallachia denomination is of Celtic origin.

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The first part of the poem (untranslated here) describes a sultan that was having a dream showing a tree that was rising from his chest and clouding almost the whole world. Also a young beautiful girl appears to the sultan’s view just after he awakes from dreaming. 
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After that he apprehended that the dreaming it was sent by the prophet
So a while he was uplifted and stayed on place with Mahomet
And from his earthliness devotion a vast empire will be born
And whose years and distant margins the heaven only will it know

And so his dream is knocked together and as a vulture spread his way
Year by year the kingdom s’ growing and getting larger every day 
The green flag rise higher and higher and higher is since started on
People by people fly with this dream and sultan after the sultan
So country by country left them proceed
On such road of glory, on the Danube river, was now sultan Beyazid.

At a sign, margin by margin, joining boat by boat is joining
In a large sound of the brassings all the army now is flooding.
Janissary and soul children of the Allah and spahee
Came to darkening the grounding at Rovine where’s no three.
Broadcasting themselves like clusters, bringing up the tents so large
But just only at a distance oak wood sound the call up sound.

Look, at scene the peace man coming with a simple scarf on stick
Beyazid looking at this one asks him with a great contempt
- What you want?
- We, all the blessings and if isn’t  with a mess
our lord would like to see him, you’re enhanced emperace
   
At a sign the way is opened and approaches to the tent
An old man that is so simple, if is watched by speech or stand.
- You are Mircea?
- Yes your highness
- I have come for you to lean. 
If you don’t, I’ll change your crown
with a simple branch of spine.
- Any thoughts you have your greatness and in any way you came
As we are to stay in peace then I’m just saying well you came.
As regarding of the leaning, well your greatness, let’s excuse 
For a little thing like that one now with army blame abuse?
Or you’d want to make returned as from now your acted way
That will be a sign for us all, so we’ll know that you are OK.
If is this case or the other, what is written for us all
We’ll be carrying with a good joy if peace is or if it’s war.
-Oooh, when for me the full world’s open, just to look, you think I can,
That entire Osman army to be stunted by a man?
Oh, you old man not imagine or you cannot even dream
What a plenty people staying just to block my way I’ve seen
All the famous western flower altogether from the west
All that Crosse’s shadow gathers, emperors meet kings and rest
To confront the huge tornado lifted up by my Crescent.
All the glimmers dressed their corselets and the same did Malta man.
With his 3 crowns Pope appeared drowned one over the other
All the lightings then they gathered to confront the light of me
which in stormy rage made compass over lands and over seas.
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At Nikopol have you’ve seen that, what an army brought together
All arranged to look opponent as a wall that collapse never?
When I’ve seen thy lots and numbers, leafs as many, grass like crowd;
with an unrelenting hatred then I whispered to my hand 
I have sworn so to pass over all that people, without care
Right in Rome on chancel table I will serve my horse oatmeal.
And against my wildest blizzard you defend yourself with rod?
And when driven by the triumph to be stunted by rot?
- By a rotten man, yes highness, but the rotten man you see
Isn’t one like any other, he’s the lead of family.
I just wouldn’t wish your highness to become knowing us well
Nither Danube river swallow spumous drowning your cartel.
Numberless they came with ages, starting with a guest well known 
Persian Darius of Hystaspes just a bit and then they go.
Many built over the ages over Da nube any arch
Which they passed with all world horror and a plenty of a folk
Many kings that were so wasted by a world they could not fit 
Some of those came here demanding land and water, less no bit.
And I’m not going to praise me, nor that you should fear from us
But as many times they came here all became water and dust.
Are you praising that you’ve broken all that came in to your way:
Gatherings of kings and brave man in a huge show of array?
Are you praising that the west world bow and bent in front of you?
What was that the westerns wanting, what you thing they want to do?
It-s the laurels that they wanted to get off your iron head
  
Me? I just defend my poorness, our needs and our men.
So, in everything it matter on this little piece of land
All that moves such limbs and rivers is only for me a friend!
But for you my dear caller enemy will be in the end
Hated you will be by every and not even apprehend.
We don’t have No bigger army but the love of land we breathe
That is bigger wall then ever you have seen it Beyazd.

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From here (untranslated) the poem is describing the battle and the victory of the Romanian (Wallachian) army against the ottomans. According to the author the ottomans were drowned in the river.
As the Wallachian army sets camp for the night, one or the Mircea’s sons is writing a poem letter to his love at home. 
After this point the author is continuing with a long speech to his compatriots asking them how they could be the descendants of such glorious ancestors. 
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Ohh in Paris, in the brothels of the cynicism and ease
Obscene orgies with lost womens that was all that you were pleased
There you invested your fortune, there your youth it was extorted
What 	brought up from you the west world when is nothing to be brought?
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Why you don’t come dear Tepes (Dracula) just to take them in your hands
So to split this kind of people in two bunch the thieves and mads
Two large cages then you give them with abhorrence get them in
Then you set cages on fire: jailhouse and crazy dreams.

=the end=

Comment: The last verse looks now as an instigation for extremist action but for that period of time it was an allusion to a medieval cleaning solution applied by some of the rulers: they gathered the boyars/aristocrats for a party and set them on fire.



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