Elephants do not – fear snow
More than my men – fear (this) wine,
b*****, red,
Southern shine.
I count the rings – but I see
My drown father’s pale face,
the promise
That I’ve made.
Winter asks for a break
Long silent wake.
Brothers! Cannae will never
Be forgotten.
Blood we wanted,
Blood we’ve gotten.
This country’s rich – and mild
home is strong, far – and wild
Girls are nice,
Smell of spices.
I miss every grain of sand
And I wish I had a chance.
(But) Rome, you know:
its me or you.
Sons of Africa
Now or never!
Rome is just behind
One last corner.
Two proud cities, – one small sea
Horses ready – to break free.
Ebro’s just a cheap excuse,
for a treaty of no use,
Chartago Delenda Est!
So think Cato, – so Rome does
There’s room for – one of us.
I am Hannibal, Thunderbolt!
Drove my horsemen under Rome’s door
Zama can wait, there’s still time,
just an Imaginary line.
This country’s rich – and mld
home is strong, far – and wild
Girls are nice,
Smell of spices.
I miss every grain of sand
And I wish I had a chance.
(But) Rome, you know:
its me or you.
War’s dirty, unkind,
Pyrrus left behind
I am its only lord.
I’m Hannibal
Thunderbolt!
Legions and phalanges,
No matter what you’ve done
blows the wind
And all is gone.
War’s dirty, unkind,
Pyrrus left behind
I am its only lord.
I’m Hannibal
Thunderbolt!