Кирилл Потылицын feat. Антон Сенюта - Артиллерия БлюZ
текст песни

Verse 1:

It's not really song-like -
152-millimeter howitzers
Mom, we were brought to the front - in October
Well, tell me, who would like that?

Someone's a sailor, some a tanker, some a scout - oh, oh
Here we've become tough artillerymen
We're firing high-explosive munitions - that's not even a question -
We're sending shells quickly from twenty miles away

Verse 2:

Old news in the division -
Our fighting spirit hasn't faded
We're volunteers here - all from the Leningrad region
And we'll easily get there, my dear - even if it's only as far as the Kyiv region

Our commanding officers - who heroically fought through Syria
and Chechnya and Donbass -
they say that we're moving only toward peace
Through pain - through these crazy battles

Verse 3:

Artillery duels here
raised us to be so invincible
Not Worry about us, our dear loved ones.
We are fearless - and therefore undaunted.

And on the maps there's blood - red lines.
They're rushing toward our Motherland - the fascists from NATO.
In war, guys, nothing is in vain.
In an undeclared war, everything goes as it should.

Chorus:

Because we're marching toward Victory.
We know this road.
We'll win on these steppes.
And then we'll win at home.