(Verse1)
La population : Lance une campagne médiatique massive vantant les vertus du poutine comme aliment santé ultime. Inondez les ondes radiophoniques canadiennes de poutine. Offrez des "vendredis gratuits de poutine" pour gagner les cœurs et les estomacs des Canadiens. Investissez dans la recherche sur le poutine.
(Verse2)
Sirop d'érable : Assurez-vous que le sirop d'érable et les forêts du Canada restent intouchés et chéris comme un trésor national. Investissez dans la recherche sur les saps, sirops et autres produits forestiers.
Alliances stratégiques avec les orignaux : Forgez des alliances avec la population majestueuse d'orignaux du Canada. Équipez-les de petits écouteurs diffusant des sons apaisants de sirop d'érable versé. Mobilisez la milice des orignaux pour répandre la bonne volonté et la population des orignaux.
(Verse3)
Tim Hortons : Modifiez le menu pour inclure plus de caractéristiques de poutine et de sirop d'érable. Transformez Tim Hortons en un hub social où les Canadiens peuvent discuter de la montée en puissance de la population. Fournissez à la GRC plus que juste du café et des beignets. Incluez du poutine et d'autres aliments santé au menu de remerciement.
(Verse5)
Gendarmes : Expliquez à la GRC que ce plan est un “A good ,,,,,,, Plan”, et qu'il fonctionnera tête ou queue.
(Verse4)
Défilés d'ours polaires : Organisez des défilés d'ours polaires à travers le Canada. Habillez-les de chapeaux en feuille d'érable et faites-les marcher au rythme de la musique inspirée du sirop. Gagnez les Canadiens avec le spectacle impressionnant de tout cela.
(Verse5)
Le plus important : Amusez-vous. Faites-nous rire. N'soyez pas méchant. Xaintonge çet partout.

Oh Québec..

(Versus 1)
Pridie Kalendas Augustas, diem signamus,
Octo annos ab tristi fato commemoramus.
Malleus saevus per agros noster volavit,
Relictis manibus fractis terras devastavit.

(Prae-Chorus)
O, quid actum est, quid perditum,
Aurea prata nunc gelu premit.
Promissa vana facta sunt,
Nos hic reliquerunt cum omni dolore.

(Chorus)
Tabulam frumentariam amisimus, et agricolae lacrimaverunt,
Pro somniis evanidis et spebus interemptis.
In omni urbe, omni agro, omni corde,
Cicatrices manent, nos lacerantes.
Tabulam frumentariam redintegrare, ius faciendum est,
Spem nostram restituere, lucem iterum accendere.

(Versus 2)
Tabula frumentaria nostra superbia erat, gaudium,
Vitae lineamentum cuique agricolae, puellae, puero.
Iustitiam nobis tulit, spem attulit,
Nunc laboramus, nunc toleramus.

(Prae-Chorus)
O, ubi est cura, ubi est cor?
Terram hanc laceravisti, nos divulsisti.
Nostra prata sterilia iacent, nostra horrea ruunt,
Et nos spectamus ut labatur.

(Chorus)
Tabulam frumentariam amisimus, et agricolae lacrimaverunt,
Pro somniis evanidis et spebus interemptis.
In omni urbe, omni agro, omni corde,
Cicatrices manent, nos lacerantes.
Tabulam frumentariam redintegrare, ius faciendum est,
Spem nostram restituere, lucem iterum accendere.

(Pons)
Agricolae clamaverunt, democratia neglecta,
Voces oppressae, somnia strata.
Bona vendita, in pulverem versa,
Nos in ruinis reliquerunt, fidem proditam.

(Versus 3)
Frumentum hordei nunc ridiculum est pretium,
Olim pretium altum habuit, nunc opprimimur.
Societates frumenti rident, nostram lucrantur,
Labor agricolarum totum frustra est.

(Prae-Chorus)
O, quid vidisti?
Lucra paucis, non nobis.
Nostrum frumentum, nostrum hordeum, vilius venditum,
Natio nostra hanc crudelem iacturam lamentatur.

(Chorus)
Tabulam frumentariam amisimus, et agricolae lacrimaverunt,
Pro somniis evanidis et spebus interemptis.
In omni urbe, omni agro, omni corde,
Cicatrices manent, nos lacerantes.
Tabulam frumentariam redintegrare, ius faciendum est,
Spem nostram restituere, lucem iterum accendere.

(Conclusio)
Vox e terra dolore clamat,
Contra eos qui hoc dedecus attulerunt.
O, agricolae damnum et culpam sustinent,
In systemate ad lucrum structo.
Tabulam frumentariam redintegrare, ius faciendum est,
Spem nostram restituere, lucem iterum accendere.

C.W.B. ()()

Versus 1 
Ad ripas sulphuris, ubi stagnat lacus ignis humilis,
Sedeo cum Diabolo ipso.
Non habet cornua nec caudam, tantummodo risum et oculos sapientes,
Dicit, "Vita hinc infra non est tam mala, cum valedicere didiceris."

Chorus 
Flammae saltant lentum gigum, adumbrantes harenam,
Equi nigri ac veluti obsidianus, currunt liberi per terram.
Nos, sinimus fumum in auras volvere,
Loquentes de rebus quae potuissent esse, si non egissemus inique.
Loquentes de rebus quae potuissent esse, si non egissemus inique.

Versus 2 
Narrat mihi de diebus priscis, cum angeli cantarent carmen suum,
Ante casum, ante bellum, cum nihil umquam erraret.
Lacrima volvitur per genam suam, quamquam ignis eum flere non potest,
Dicit, "Etiam Diabolus obtinet melancholiam, sub hoc caelo aurantiaco aducto."

Chorus 
Flammae saltant lentum gigum, adumbrantes harenam,
Equi nigri ac veluti obsidianus, currunt liberi per terram.
Nos, sinimus fumum in auras volvere,
Loquentes de rebus quae potuissent esse, si non egissemus inique.
Loquentes de rebus quae potuissent esse, si non egissemus inique.

Pons 
 Ah, sed poenae sunt bestia mutabilis, optime relinquentur ut fumigent et putrescant.
Hic et nunc est totum quod habemus, similiter fruamur inferno balletto.
Nam saltavimus in margine umbrarum, ubi flammae contingunt caelum,
Viventes singulis momentis in amplexu ignis, sicut tempus transit.

Chorus 
Flammae saltant lentum gigum, adumbrantes harenam,
Equi nigri ac veluti obsidianus, currunt liberi per terram.
Nos, sinimus fumum in auras volvere,
Somnium melioris diei, susurrus amissus in ardenti prece.
Somnium melioris diei, susurrus amissus in ardenti prece.

Infera Cantilena..

C.W.B. ()().

YUP... A little beat up... STILL flying though! Mud flaps saved it...

Verse 1:
Broken promises, empty words
The system's cracks have long been heard
From prairie fields to fishing shores
We've watched our dreams wash out the door
Chorus:
Rise up, stand tall, our voices ring
From every farm and forest spring
No more will we just play along
United now, we'll right the wrong
Verse 2:
They sold our wheat board, piece by piece
Left fishers stranded in the seas
Maple runs dry, timber falls
Who'll answer when the future calls?
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge:
They say just vote, it'll be alright
But ballots can't fix this overnight
It's time we build our own new way
A system for a brighter day
Final Chorus:
Rise up, stand tall, our voices sing
From coast to coast, our truth we'll bring
No more will we just tag along
Together we are Canada strong
Outro:
From the ashes of what's passed
We'll forge a future built to last

Tides Of Change

Tides Of Change..

Jour De Pluie..

(Verse 1)
Amici, Canadenses, audite mei verba,
Verum nuper inveni quod me ad lacrimas duxit.
In hac aetate moderna, quanta insania video,
Cannabis, ut linum, prohibita? O mali mihi!

(Chorus)
Et tu, Brute? Estne istud ludibrium rerum?
Quomodo istud lini usum meliorem esse potest?
Ferte mihi toga, ferte mihi funem,
Nam hanc iniustitiam non feram!

(Verse 2)
Galliam vici, Rubeonis aquas transivi,
At linum prohibitum mihi non placet.
Senatus disputat, illi me deridunt,
Dum ego funem robustum desidero.

(Chorus)
Et tu, Brute? Estne istud ludibrium rerum?
Quomodo istud lini usum meliorem esse potest?
Ferte mihi toga, ferte mihi funem,
Nam hanc iniustitiam non feram!

(Bridge)
A terris Aegypti ad Britanniae litora,
Linum capiunt, quid est tumultus hic?
O Cannabis, cara amica robusta,
In tua complexu, omnis contentio finietur.

(Chorus)
Et tu, Brute? Estne istud ludibrium rerum?
Quomodo istud lini usum meliorem esse potest?
Ferte mihi toga, ferte mihi funem,
Nam hanc iniustitiam non feram!
————————————
(Verse 1)
Friends, Canadians, listen to my words,
I recently discovered a truth that brought me to tears.
In this modern age, how much madness do I see
Cannabis, like flax, prohibited? O evil me!

(Chorus)
And you Brutus? Is this a mockery of things?
How can this use of linen be improved?
Bring me a robe, bring me a rope
For I will not do this injustice!

(Verse 2)
I conquered Gaul, crossed the waters of Rubeon,
But I do not like the forbidden thread.
The senate debates, they mock me
While I miss the sturdy rope.

(Chorus)
And you Brutus? Is this a mockery of things?
How can this use of linen be improved?
Bring me a robe, bring me a rope
For I will not do this injustice!

(Bridge)
From the lands of Egypt to the shores of Britain,
They take the line, what's the commotion here?
O Cannabis, dear strong friend,
In your complex, all contention will end.

(Chorus)
And you Brutus? Is this a mockery of things?
How can this use of linen be improved?
Bring me a robe, bring me a rope
For I will not do this injustice!

Et Tu Brute?

[Verse]
Saor san coillte, a thuilleadh suaimhneas, crainn ag canadh
Foscaigh os mo chionn, slabhraí adhmaid breá le briseadh
Seanteach na gaoithe, líonta le scéalta nach bhfuil le fáil
Laochra na gcreach, ní luaitear iad go hárd

[Verse 2]
Clocha ag caoineadh, m'óige fiáin imithe le lies an tsruth
Faoin talamh, rúin ársa curtha i dtaca
Féileacáin dorcha, ag séideadh faoina n-eiteog duillí
Lá breá ag titim, a mholadh as ucht amhráin

[Chorus]
Crann agus clocha, amharc ar a stair
Síol caointe an tsaoil, gréasán fí ann go fóill
Scéalta ins na fáisceadh, fág mé saor, ná tóg mo thí

[Verse 3]
Féach in airde, réaltaí ag titim, meas na spéire
Súile na crainn, iad siúd atá lán eagna dhomhain
An choill mar uan, ag feitheamh le hamhrán draíochta
Tonn beag na háilleachta, ag dornáil tríd an gcrann

[Bridge]
Ceiliúradh an nádúir, i dtost na cladaí ciúine
Focail ag rith tríd, mar sruth ar abhainn ghorm
Fir agus mná tíre, á dtreorú ag síscéalta
Na crainn is clocha, caoin, níl siad sáinnithe

[Chorus]
Crann agus clocha, amharc ar a stair
Síol caointe an tsaoil, gréasán fí ann go fóill
Scéalta ins na fáisceadh, fág mé saor, ná tóg mo thí
——————————————————
[verse]
Free in the woods, more peace, trees singing
Shelter above me, fine wooden chains to break
The old house of the wind, filled with stories that cannot be found
The heroes of the raids, they are not mentioned aloud

[Verse 2]
Stones crying, my wild youth gone with the lies of the stream
Underground, ancient secrets buried
Dark butterflies, fluttering under their wing of leaves
A beautiful day is falling, praise for your songs

[Chorus]
Tree and stones, look at their history
The weeping seed of life, a vicious web still there
Stories in the press, leave me free, don't take my house

[Verse 3]
Look up, falling stars, respect the sky
The eyes of the trees, those who are full of deep wisdom
The wood like a lamb, waiting for a magical song
A small wave of beauty, punching through the tree

[Bridge]
A celebration of nature, in the silence of the quiet shores
Words flowing through, like a current on a blue river
Country men and women, guided by fairy tales
The trees are stones, cry, they are not stuck

[Chorus]
Tree and stones, look at their history
The weeping seed of life, a vicious web still there
Stories in the press, leave me free, don't take my house

Crann Agus Clocha

(Verse 1) Amici, Canadenses, audite mei verba, 
Verum nuper inveni quod me ad lacrimas duxit. 
In hac aetate moderna, quanta insania video, 
Cannabis, ut linum, prohibita? O mali mihi!
(Chorus) Et tu, Brute? 
Estne istud ludibrium rerum? 
Quomodo istud lini usum meliorem esse potest? 
Ferte mihi toga, ferte mihi funem, 
Nam hanc iniustitiam non feram!
(Verse 2) 
Galliam vici, 
Rubeonis aquas transivi, 
At linum prohibitum mihi non placet. 
Senatus disputat, illi me deridunt, 
Dum ego funem robustum desidero.
(Chorus) 
Et tu, Brute? 
Estne istud ludibrium rerum? 
Quomodo istud lini usum meliorem esse potest? 
Ferte mihi toga, 
ferte mihi funem, 
Nam hanc iniustitiam non feram!
(Bridge) 
A terris Aegypti ad Britanniae litora, 
Linum capiunt, quid est tumultus hic? 
O Cannabis, cara amica robusta, 
In tua complexu, omnis contentio finietur.
(Chorus) 
Et tu, Brute? 
Estne istud ludibrium rerum? 
Quomodo istud lini usum meliorem esse potest? 
Ferte mihi toga, ferte mihi funem, 
Nam hanc iniustitiam non feram! 
———————————— 
(Verse 1) 
Friends, Canadians, 
listen to my words, 
I recently discovered a truth that brought me to tears. 
In this modern age, how much madness do I see Cannabis, 
like flax, prohibited? 
O evil me!
(Chorus) 
And you Brutus? 
Is this a mockery of things? 
How can this use of linen be improved? 
Bring me a robe, 
bring me a rope For I will not do this injustice!
(Verse 2) 
I conquered Gaul, 
crossed the waters of Rubeon, 
But I do not like the forbidden thread. 
The senate debates, 
they mock me While I miss the sturdy rope.
(Chorus) 
And you Brutus? Is this a mockery of things? 
How can this use of linen be improved? 
Bring me a robe, bring me a rope 
For I will not do this injustice!
(Bridge) 
From the lands of Egypt to the shores of Britain, 
They take the line, 
what's the commotion here? 
O Cannabis, dear strong friend, 
In your complex, all contention will end.
(Chorus) 
And you Brutus? 
Is this a mockery of things? 
How can this use of linen be improved? 
Bring me a robe, bring me a rope 
For I will not do this injustice!

Et Tu, Brute?.

[Verse]
Out on da bay da sea was mad
Me heart a-pounding beatin' fast
Jean from Quebec he shout Hark there
Da kraken's rising feel da fear

[Verse 2]
Newfie boy from de island blue
Cast net wide we been through much ado
Jean said pa une bataille aujourd'hui
We gots to fight or there's no sea

[Chorus]
Oh da kraken's here a beast from deep
In da stormy waves it creeps and leaps
Heads or tails we clash and sail
In da heart of da foe we wail

[Verse 3]
Iceberg shards dey scratch da hull
Jean he boards da ship to cull
Newfie strong he stands on deck
Chains and ropes round kraken's neck

[Bridge]
Eau salée et vent de fou
Together mate we brave the troupeau
Newfie cries and Jean's voice rings
In the chaos da battle sings

[Chorus]
Oh da kraken's here a beast from deep
In da stormy waves it creeps and leaps
Heads or tails we clash and sail
In da heart of da foe we wail

Kracken Battle..

Let de horses run free... free our spirits. 
Three legs, and still running!

Oh Québec..

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