Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 380 Intrachonal must come true!

As the five people sang in unison, the sponge on the big screen behind them also changed, and the V Stranger logo with a red picture on a black background turned into a picture of the Soviet army's past battles. This did not bother Ambassador Qin, as DGM had helped with it earlier.

In the middle of the picture, the Russian lyrics translation appeared.

Originally, the machine gun-heavy singing was exciting enough, but when I looked at the lyrics again, the fans in front of the stage were all as if they had been shot to death, waving their fists and shouting "Ula! "

The Chinese viewers who watched the live broadcast felt that their throats were about to burn. If they did not sing along, they would be sorry for the motherland and the title of successor of socialism!

Chinese rock fans who were born under the red flag and received nine years of compulsory education, although they usually live a bit cynical life, when it comes to their feelings for home and country, they and the fans of the national football team are the ones who dare to take to the streets in the middle of the night to set off firecrackers.

Bian Lang remembered the day when the national football team broke into the World Cup in his previous life. Their band was watching the game together at the He Bar in Sanlitun. The moment they were sure they had entered the World Cup finals, they hadn't even started cheering yet, and there were people setting off firecrackers on the street. The sound came.

The band drank all night. When Bianlang got up early the next morning and went to have breakfast, he heard two old ladies chatting at the entrance of the alley: "Did someone nearby win 500 million by buying lottery tickets last night? It's not the New Year or the festival, but the firecrackers actually Stayed for half the night!"

So even though it was already past two o'clock in the morning, every one of them was as excited as a chicken blood, and began to show their fanatical love for this song through actions.

I don’t know how many music fans who were watching in front of their computers got up and tore off their earphone cords out of excitement.

There are also some even more tragic things, such as spilling various liquids on the screen in excitement, smashing the phone in anger, or kicking the girlfriend out of bed.

As for Little Witch Mo, since that barrage was posted, she started a live broadcast to watch it. Wearing the first-generation V-Geek mask that Bian Lang snatched, she shared the news from Zhou Ketong. She was the master of the most awesome music on Xiaopo Station tonight.

Following Bian Lang's strumming sound of "chunk, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug...", the five people were still outputting all their firepower: "Old world, let's fall to pieces, slaves, get up, get up... Don't say we have nothing, we want Be the master of the world..."

Although the expressions of the five people are all wearing masks, the momentum of the real angry voices of the four groups is no joke. Just from the grainy tail sounds, you can imagine that there are five pictures behind the masks. What a hysterical face.

Just like many music fans on the original earth commented on this song, they said that what Tang Dynasty’s version of the Internationale wanted was not the pitch, but the energy!

Bian Lang had only seen the original version of Tang Dynasty's song once on the original earth, although at that time Ding Wu could no longer sing the original tune, and Zhang Ju's high-pitched chorus was missing. But just by standing up, the rock fans below can roar the whole song to the end.

At this time, Pan Xiulong in the audience said directly in his heart: "If Bian Lang had been born decades earlier, with this song, he would definitely be the top performer in third world countries!"

"This is the last struggle, unite until tomorrow, we must achieve it... This is the last struggle, unite until tomorrow..." After singing this sentence, Bianlang among the five people The voice suddenly jumped from 4 groups of trebles to groups: "Intner, we must realize it..."

When "Internachonelle" appeared for the first time, none of the Chinese people who heard it for the first time had any idea what it meant.

Even Pan Xiulong, who had been staring at the subtitles, looked at Liu Ziyang next to him in confusion. Liu Ziyang naturally knew what he wanted to ask and the answer. But now Liu Ziyang was too busy listening to the song to explain this to him, so he quickly said: "I'll tell you after listening!"

Just as inexplicable as Pan Xiulong are the Chinese netizens watching the live broadcast. They all understand what the six words "Intana Xiongnel" mean separately, but what do they mean when they are combined? Without inside information, it is really Have no idea. For a moment, all that appeared on the barrage were red letters begging for "Representatives of the Department to Come Out".

And the representative of this subject is, of course, the little witch who got the standard answer from Zhou Ketong.

While explaining to netizens in her live broadcast room, she copied and pasted on the barrage of the official live broadcast: "International, which is English international, comes from the French internationale, which refers to the ideal of international communism!"

There were many Chinese translations of "The Internationale" on the original Earth, and the Tang Dynasty used the version translated by Xiao San.

However, the translation of "Intna Xiongnel" was determined by Qu Qiubai in 1923. At that time, while playing the organ, he chanted the translation repeatedly and revised it constantly. The French word "L'Internationale", if translated into Chinese, has only two words, but this syllable has eight beats, making it difficult to sing. Therefore, Qu Qiubai used the six-character transliteration "Yingtna Xiongnel".

Seeing the little witch's explanation, more than 100,000 netizens who were online at the same time in the live broadcast room were all stunned! None of them expected that these words were actually English translations. At the same time, they were also puzzled that there would be English translations of words in a Chinese song.

Of course Zhou Ketong has a standard answer to this question, but after she told Little Witch, the class representative Little Witch was not ready to say it now, because the second verse of the verse was coming!

The four people on this side of the stage except Bian Lang were all silent at this time, leaving only the second chorus that Bian Lang sang directly with A4 high pitch: "There has never been any savior, nor does it depend on the emperor..." To create human happiness, we all have to rely on ourselves..."

Although there are no other four voices at the bottom, Bian Lang's singing voice is even more high-pitched.

Especially the second sentence, after listening to it, people just feel like these are such magical lyrics. Who wrote them! What kind of courage does it take to write such awesome lyrics that don't rely on emperors and gods? It just makes people feel that no matter what the situation is at the moment, there is hope in the heart when hearing this word.

Just like a person who is often in a dark environment, if he is suddenly brought under the sun, his first feeling is dazzling pain, and then he is greeted by the joy of light and warmth.

Just as everyone was feeling this joy, Bian Lang continued to sing: "We must take back the fruits of our labor and let our thoughts break out of the cage... Let the fire be burning red, and we can succeed by striking while the iron is hot..."

After singing this sentence, the next chorus was sung by five people together: "This is the last struggle. If we unite until tomorrow... Intrachonal, we must realize it... This is the last struggle, If we unite together until tomorrow, we will realize it..."

At the end of this section, the music stopped for a moment, and the four Rolling Stones took off their masks and hats and threw them aside.

Bian Lang took two steps back and stepped forward. He stepped on the sound system with his long riding boots and put the bottom of the electric guitar on his thigh. In Bian Lang's machine gun-like "chugging..." strumming, Started solo. Unlike Bian Lang's steady-as-an-old-dog strumming rhythm, Li's solo follows the melody of the lead singer's score. It feels like it is not an interlude solo, but the third verse, but the person singing this is not anyone on the stage, but the Fender three-color gradient in the hand.

Facing the five members of the Rolling Stones who officially revealed their true colors, the fans in the audience once again let out a roar like a mountain and a tsunami.

Liu Ziyang, squeezed into the crowd, quickly explained to Pan Xiulong at this time: "The sentence just now is a transliteration, which means the ideal of international communism!"

Pan Xiulong was also puzzled when he heard this: "Why not just use Chinese? Doesn't international communism have exactly six words?"

"Isn't this song called "The Internationale"? Since it is the Internationale, it must have something to do with the International. Otherwise, if the title of the song is released, those petty-minded people will have nothing to say..." The first half of the sentence was given by Bian Lang. What Liu Ziyang explained, the second half of the sentence was added by Liu Ziyang himself.

What he said was not right for the person, but it was a bit harsh in Pan Xiulong's ears...

If the meaning was similar to this, the little witch also took advantage of the interlude to say it again in the live broadcast room. Suddenly, a smart person started to post a barrage in the live broadcast room: "Intna Xiong Nair must be realized!"

Stimulated by the shouts of the audience, the top performers on the stage leaned back and played a string of strings.

At this time, the picture on the big screen behind him was that a group of Soviet soldiers began to charge forward under the cover of fire. The hard-charging solo was like the leader of this group of Soviet soldiers, and the sound of the musical instruments of the other people was like the ones covering behind him. Firepower.

The fans at the front of the stage were so excited. If there weren't riot police in front, they might have charged towards the stage!

The interlude is not long, just 20 seconds. After waiting for the 20-second interlude to end, the lights in the chorus area, which was originally dark on the stage, lit up, and five chorus voices, two men and three women, appeared.

These five people have Chinese faces and fighting nationalities. They followed Dayong's passionate drumbeat, waving their fists and singing in Russian: "Лишьмы..."

The five chorus members are different from the five members of the Rolling Stones. They all came from serious bel canto majors. As soon as the male and female voices overlapped the operatic high notes, what was originally a proper rock song was lost without the support of strings. , also showed the majesty of a march.

Liu Ziyang, who always felt that there was something lacking in the song before, now feels that the arrangement of this song is truly complete. If anyone can find fault with this situation, this scene, this song, it must be that the person who is finding fault is sick!

Hearing this song sung in Russian, the nerves of tens of thousands of Muscovites in the entire Red Square were aroused, and the blood of the fighting nation began to boil in their bodies.

Everyone raised their fists high and waved them desperately towards the stage, mouthing: "Ula!" and "Rolling Stone!"

Under the foreshadowing of these Russian lyrics, I saw him letting go of the electric guitar in his hand and carrying the microphone stand to the front of the stage. He picked up the V-Geek mask that he had just thrown on the stage and threw it three times down the stage. The fans who were just meters away threw it away and sang along at the top of their lungs: "The most hateful ones are those poisonous snakes and beasts that eat up our flesh and blood. Once they are wiped out, the bright red sun will shine all over the world..."

The metallic sound starting from the A5 key gives people the feeling of going straight through the sky. If the verse and chorus just now were regular artillery strikes, then Bian Lang's move must be at least the level of a missile. It felt like the missile was shot out from one's own camp with tail smoke, carrying all the expectation and anger, heading straight towards the opponent's position.

As Bian Lang's tune rose, the five sopranos switched from Russian to Chinese and spoke together with Bian Lang: "This is the final struggle. If we unite until tomorrow... Intner, we must achieve it..."

At this time, Bian Lang had already taken off the microphone from the microphone stand. He was singing with the microphone in one hand and waving his fist in the other hand, interacting with the fans in the audience.

The crane camera in front of the stage was pushed forward under the command of the director, and a big shot was placed on Bian Lang's face, directly hitting the side screens on both sides.

Bian Lang's expression was like that of a deafened beast, the veins on his neck were bulging, and the mandibular line of his entire face was prominent, like a sculpture. The long hair blown by the north wind flew around behind him, which only gave people the feeling that Bian Lang was not standing still, but a warrior advancing on the top!

With the foreshadowing of the previous choruses, the Chinese people present can also sing along with Bian Lang at this moment: "This is the final struggle. If we unite until tomorrow, we must realize it..."

Although the fighting ethnic groups do not know Chinese, there is no problem in singing along with the tune: "La la la la...".

So the last line of the entire song became a quartet led by Bian Lang on and off the stage: "Intna Xiong Nair, we must realize it!"

At the end of the lyrics, the originally traceable instrumental sounds began to speed up and become frantic. With the continuously accelerating improvisation, the song finally came to an end.

At this time, the song title finally appeared on the big screen: ""The Internationale"!" and its English and Russian translations.

The five Rolling Stones pulled off their cloaks together, revealing the tight-fitting black leather clothes underneath. At the same time, they turned around and raised their fists, revealing the red V-Geek logo on the back of the clothes in front of everyone.

Although 99% of the audience still didn't understand the meaning of this outfit, the scene was so handsome, so hot, and so explosive, and it was over with cheers and screams.

As for Holly and the AC company group, they all stared blankly at the five figures on the stage with their fists raised high.

Should they say it or not, in their minds right now, the scene in front of them should be their respective company's strongest advertisement of the year!

The visual and auditory impact of this concert was sufficient, and in their opinion, this gimmick was unmatched by anyone in the entire rock music circle, let alone the Chinese-speaking circle.

It just depends on how the two companies promote and hype them...

At this time, in front of the Amiri counter of the GUM National Department Store, a young man looked back and forth between the TV screen at the door and the black leather clothing of the same style in the window, and finally screamed: "OMG, look what I found. It’s the same one as the Rolling Stones!”

The salesperson at the door gave him a friendly smile after hearing this, and then pointed to the model wearing a V-Geek mask in the window and said: "Intracioner, we must make it happen!"

(End of this chapter)