What songs are there about war and love?

This is the most famous war poem in the world: life is precious, but love is more expensive. If you have time, you can throw them both-petofi's Sorrow of Greece (English) Byron's Selected Poems-Sorrow of Greece [size=3] (Don Juan's third chapter)-a Greek archipelago, a beautiful Greek archipelago! The fiery Sappho sang a love song here; Here, the art of war and peace thrives, Delos rises, and Apollo leaps out of the sea! The eternal summer also gilded the island, but everything was depressed except the sun. Kaio's muse, Dio's muse, hero's harp and lover's pipa have won a reputation on your other side, and now they are dumb in this birthplace; Oh, that song has spread to the far west, far exceeding the "island paradise" of your ancestors. Watch the marathon in the three hills-watch the vast waves in the marathon; I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour, dreaming that Greece was still free and happy; Because when I stand on the grave of Persia, I can't imagine being a slave. A king sat high on the top of a stone mountain, watching sausages stand overseas; Thousands of ships are parked at the foot of the mountain, and how many teams are still under his command! He counted them at dawn, but where were they at sunset? Well, where are they now? And you, my country? In the silent land, the hero's ode is now silent-the hero's heart is no longer stirring! Did your solemn harp fall into my hands? Sixth, being a slave nation, although the honor is declining, at least, the anxiety of a patriot makes me blush when writing songs; Because, what can a poet do here? Shame on the Greeks, tears for the Greek country. Do we have to cry and be ashamed of time? -Our ancestors bled. Earth! Send back some spartan bones from your weapon! Even if you give us three of the 300 warriors, you must revive Demebili's battle of death! Eight what, still silent? All is silent? Don't! You listen to the waterfall sound of ancient souls in the distance. They replied, "as long as a living person climbs the mountain, we will come, we will come!" " Hey! It's just that the living ignore it. Forget it, forget it; Try another tone: drink a glass of Samos! Leave the war to the Turkish barbarians and let the grapes in Austria bleed! Listen, how warmly every drunkard responds to this disgraceful call! You still have Pirick's dancing skills, but where is Pirick's phalanx? These are two lessons. Why do you only remember one of them and forget the noble and strong one? Cadmus made fonts for you. -Did he teach them to be slaves? Fill Samos' wine glass by glass! In that case, let's put the topic aside! This wine once made Anacreon a sacred song; Yes, he gave in to Apollo Clerides, a tyrant, but this tyrant is at least our country. A tyrant in Sonisas is the most loyal friend of freedom: Oh, I hope we can have a tyrant as smart as him now, who will unite us not to be bullied! One or three glasses of Samos! On the rocks in Suri, on the shore of Baja, there lived a brave descendant of a family, worthy of being raised by the mother of Sparta. There, perhaps the seeds have been spread, which is a true biography of Hercules' bloodline. Don't rely on westerners for the cause of freedom, they have a king who does business; Local swords and local soldiers are the only hope of charging; But Turkish force and Latin deception will break through your shield from the outside. One or five glasses of Samos! Our girls are dancing in the shade-I see their black eyes shining, but looking at every bright girl, my eyes are fascinated by hot tears. Are these breasts to be fed to slaves? Let me climb the cliff of Sunia, I can hear each other whispering, let me die like a swan; I don't want the slave country to belong to me-just break that Samos glass!