A new songfic. But its a mando songfic. Maybe you know the PC-game "SW Republic Commando", this is the song that is displayed most of the time.
The translation of the phrases is always directy behind and cursiv. I hope you like it.
Titel: Vode an (Brothers all)
Plot: A clone trooper thinks about his being. What he and his brothers are. The song "Vode an" is for the support of my intention.
Disclaimer: Huh! I don't own the song but I own the thoughts. I think... hm... the song belongs to someone... the one who wrote it I think. And the troopers belong to Lucas, yes, I know that. Kote! (Glory!)
VODE AN
Give me a heart. I don't have one. I am not living. With or without a heart.
Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an. (One indomitable heart, Brothers all.)
Together we make it. Yes, my brothers, we are one. One big heart. We live together, we live because we are. Because we are so many. Look around you. You see only yourself, like in a mirror.
Coruscanta a'den mhi, Vode an. (We, the wrath of Coruscant, Brothers all.)
We fight for the heart of the galaxy, that doesn't beat in our rhythm. That just needs protection and cannot understand what we are. See me brothers, we are like one, fight like one, and the one who is our father is an enemy of the Republic. We do not what we should do.
Bal kote, darasuum kote, (And glory, eternal glory,)
Jorso'ran kando a tome. (We shall bear its weight together).
No one ever will understand our feeling. We aren't only used, we are made for nothing else than the battle. But we are strong. We are together. We are one.
Sa kyr'am Nau tracyn kad, Vode an. (Forged like the saber in the fires of death, Brothers all.)
How it feels. How it smells. What its like. What we feel. My brother. We have to. Don't give up, even if you know it's wrong.
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. (Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame.)
We fight, with or without a sense in our minds. There is the biggest battlefield. In our minds. We must forget what we don't know. We must focus on the exercise. On the work. On our duty.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. (Our vengeance burns brighter still.)
And in the end we see the hope. Look, my brother, there is still hope. Fight, fight for your life and you'll see. We are not only a tool. We are the ones who decide. We can change our possibilities. We can decide about win or defeat.
Aruetyc runi solus cet o'r. (Every last traitorous soul shall kneel.)
And then we will win. We are the ones who safe the republic. We are the support. We decide.
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. (Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame.)
You see, my brothers, what we are? Can you think of something else? A better job? A better destiny? A higher value? We are something. We are.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. (Our vengeance burns brighter still.)
And in the darkness of the light, in the middle of yourselves, in the company of your brothers we will be happy. We do not fight just because we were made for it. We fight because we are the only ones who can.
Aruetyc runi trattok'o. (Every last traitorous soul shall fall.)
Come closer, vod'ika. Give me your hand. Feel the beat of my heart. It beats like yours. We are the same. We are one.