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Bill: National Anthem Typo Correction Act 2352
Details
Submitted by[?]: Militant Libertarian Front
Status[?]: passed
Votes: This bill asks for an amendement to the Constitution. It will require two-thirds of the legislature to vote in favor. This bill will not pass any sooner than the deadline.
Voting deadline: December 2353
Description[?]:
| This bill seeks to correct the spelling of tyranny in the National Anthem. |
Proposals
Article 1
Proposal[?] to change The lyrics of the national anthem.
Old value:: Freedom In Aloria Instead of tyrany and darkness, We choose freedom and peacefulness. Liberty prevails in that path of ours, The road with the freedom where evil cowers. Freedom Aloria! Onward, Freedom in Aloria! Let there be good in our state, As we keep freedom and end hate. From Kurmal mountains to Sildar Beach, We are free in our actions and speech. Freedom Aloria! Onward, Freedom in Aloria! In Aloria the nation of great, All are free and all elate, For there's equality and love for all, Be they skinny or fat, short or tall. Freedom Aloria! Onward, Freedom in Aloria!
Current:
| 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 (𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡): Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi, Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri; Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mâd, Tros ryddid gollasant eu gwaed. Gwlad! Gwlad! Pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad. Tra môr yn fur i'r bur hoff bau, O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau. Hen Alôr fynyddig, paradwys y bardd, Pob dyffryn, pob clogwyn, i'm golwg sydd hardd; Trwy deimlad gwladgarol, mor swynol yw si Ei nentydd, afonydd, i fi. Gwlad, &c. Os treisiodd y gelyn fy ngwlad tan ei droed, Mae hen iaith yr Alôr mor fyw ag erioed, Ni luddiwyd yr awen gan erchyll law brad, Na thelyn berseiniol fy ngwlad. Gwlad, &c. 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 (𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡): Bro goth agan tasow, dha fleghes a'th kar, Gwlas ker an howlsedhes, pan vro yw dha bar? War oll an norvys 'th on ni skollys a-les, Mes agan kerensa yw dhis. Alor! Alor, y keryn Alor; An mor hedre vo yn fos dhis a-dro 'Th on onan hag oll rag Alor! Gwlaskor Myghtern Trystan, an Sens kens, ha'n Gral Moy kerys genen nyns yw tiredh aral, Ynnos jy pub karn, nans, menydh ha chi A gows yn Alorek dhyn ni. Alor, &c. Yn tewlder an bal ha war donnow an mor, Pan esen ow kwandra dre diryow tramor Yn pub le pynag, hag yn keniver bro Y treylyn kolonnow dhiso. Alor, &c. 𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧 (𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧): Ni, Aloriz a galon, karomp hon gwir vro! Brudet eo an Arvor dre ar bed tro-dro. Dispont 'kreiz ar brezel, hon tadoù ken mat, A skuilhas eviti o gwad. O! Alor, ma bro, me 'gar ma bro. Tra ma vo mor 'vel mur 'n he zro, Ra vezo digabestr ma bro! Alor, douar ar Sent Kozh, douar ar varzhed, N'eus bro all a garan kement 'barzh ar bed. Pep menez, pep traoñienn d'am c'halon zo ker, Eno 'kousk meur a Vreizhad taer! Alor, &c. Ar Alored 'zo tud kalet ha kreñv. N'eus pobl ken kalonek a-zindan an neñv. Gwerz trist, son dudius a ziwan enno. O! pegen kaer ez out, ma bro! Alor, &c. 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧 (𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧): Das alte Land meiner Väter ist mir teuer. Land der Barden und Sänger, berühmter Männer; Seine tapferen Kämpfer, hervorragenden Patrioten, für Freiheit vergossen sie ihr Blut. Land, Land, treu bin ich meinem Land, während die See eine Mauer für das reine, geliebte Land bildet, oh, möge die alte Sprache überdauern. Altes bergiges Alorien, Paradies der Barden, Jedes Tal, jede Klippe ist meinen Augen schön; Durch patriotische Gefühle, sehr reizvoll ist das Rauschen Ihrer Bäche und Flüsse mir. Land, &c. Wenn der Feind bedrückt unter seinem Fuß mein Land, Die alte Sprache der Alolischer bleibt so lebendig wie nie, Die Muse ist nicht von der furchtbaren Hand des Verrats gehindert, Weder die melodische Harfe meines Landes. Land, &c. 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 (𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡): The land of my fathers is dear to me, Old land where the minstrels are honoured and free; Its warring defenders so gallant and brave, For freedom their life's blood they gave. Home, home, true I am to home, While seas secure the land so pure, O may the old language endure. Old land of the mountains, the Eden of bards, Each gorge and each valley a loveliness guards; Through love of my country, charmed voices will be Its streams, and its rivers, to me. Home, &c. Though foemen have trampled my land 'neath their feet, The language of Aloria still knows no retreat; The muse is not vanquished by traitor's fell hand, Nor silenced the harp of my land. Home, &c. |
Proposed:
| Freedom In Aloria Instead of tyranny and darkness, We choose freedom and peacefulness. Liberty prevails in that path of ours, The road with the freedom where evil cowers. Freedom Aloria! Onward, Freedom in Aloria! Let there be good in our state, As we keep freedom and end hate. From Kurmal mountains to Sildar Beach, We are free in our actions and speech. Freedom Aloria! Onward, Freedom in Aloria! In Aloria the nation of great, All are free and all elate, For there's equality and love for all, Be they skinny or fat, short or tall. Freedom Aloria! Onward, Freedom in Aloria! |
Debate
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| Vote | Seats | ||||||
| yes |
Total Seats: 600 | ||||||
| no | Total Seats: 0 | ||||||
| abstain | Total Seats: 0 |
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