Валера Бунт, bllack-santa, С.Т.А.Я. - Возрождение
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Rye was not sown there
There is war and memory sprouting into eternity
Scalding throats, the air is saturated with frost
A blizzard covers the trail - to be lost and forgotten
The wind beats in gusts, penetrating straight into souls
Echoes of the past, as if from centuries past
Grief only chokes, and the burnt huts of villages
Scavengers circle, sweeping everything behind them
Bodies are covered in snow, armor is corroded by decay
Not all dates will be preserved through generations
So that tipsy brats can preserve their edification
Keep their own language pure, not Western
Where our blood flowed - erect monuments
And as our grandfathers fought - so shall we always stand
I hear thunder overhead, steel strikes against shields
As many as there is dust on the earth - so many heroes will rise
Sticking together, glorious, continuing Family
Descendants of the same Root, together we are one people!
Where, under the cries of fate, the ashes are filled with fire
Life will shine in the fire, death will not be regretted!
Hear the piercing cry, the falcon will rise to the sun
All that is rightfully given will be returned to us as deserved!
And the Russian speech that has resounded since time immemorial
Feel the presence of the spirits of ancestors and descendants
Let faith guide young sons
Let them boldly stand up for the weak
Knowing the just cause
With the sadness of mothers, sisters, and wives
The fire will not be extinguished until it is defeated
The enemy will not change his uniform
They try to erase history, but memory intercedes
With the ashes of destroyed walls, wearily hides
The time will come, we will hang armor on the walls
We will kneel before the icons, lie down in a warm bed
Forgotten how to fall asleep without the sound of cassette tapes
In memory, we will recall those who are no longer there
And in the dark night, eyes will somehow close
The RPK does not scribble a letter to the enemy, the handwriting is familiar
The VVK will not sign, all relatives are at peace
We will always stand, because Russia! Where, under the cries of fate, the ashes are filled with fire
Life will shine in the fire, death will not be regretted!
You hear the piercing cry, the falcon will rise to the sun
All that is rightfully given will be returned to us as deserved!
Where, under the cries of fate, the ashes are filled with fire
Life will shine in the fire, death will not be regretted!
You hear the piercing cry, the falcon will rise to the sun
All that is rightfully given will be returned to us as deserved!