Elephants do not - fear snow
More than my men - fear (this) wine,
Bloody, 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!

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