The Star-Spangled Banner

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The Star-Spangled Banner (El Banderon che l'è faa sberlusciaa di stell) l'è l'inn nazzional di USA. El test l'è del avocatt Francis Scott Key, e l'è ispiraa ad ona bataja de la Guerra del 1812, indoa i American han batuu i Ingles e l'ha ispiraa a scriv la poesia, cantada in di not de la canzon To Anacreon in Heaven. L'è l'inn offizial American del 3 marz del 1931.

O! say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Ue, disi, fee cünt de vedèl anmò a l'ültem sberlüscià de la sira
quel ch'emm cunt tant urgöj salüdaa al prim ciarì de l'alba?
Hinn de chilè quij striss bej largh e quij stel inscí ciar e sberlüscent
ch'emm vardaa sguratà sura i müraj dürant la periliusa bataja?
E 'l sberlüscià russ di razz, e i bumb dree a s'ciupà in de l'aira,
n'hann daa la pröa per tüta la not che la nosta bandera l'eva anmò lí!
Ue, disi, l'è semper dree a sguratà chel banderun sberlüscent de stel
sura la tera di omen liber e la patria de quij che gh'hann el fidegh?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!