Врана Сльози - Утреннее Войско
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На рассвете с новыми силами
Они шли с угрюмыми лицами.
Затянулись раны недавних побед...
Так шло утреннее войско 5000 лет.
Из-под шеломов раздался ответ,
И звенела холодная сталь.
5 грозных слов, как ручей, по земле:
"Вперед на врага! На врага!"
Шепот невнятный окутал туман,
И вдаль все уходят они,
Как дым без огня не затянутых ран.
Эхом остались шаги...
Оставляя за собой яркий след
Шли они, погруженные в рассвет.
Где-то ворон кружил над шеломами их
И чего-то просил, когда ветер утих.
Из-под шеломов раздался ответ,
И звенела холодная сталь.
5 грозных слов, как ручей, по земле:
"Вперед на врага! На врага!"
Шепот невнятный окутал туман,
И вдаль все уходят они,
Как дым без огня не затянутых ран.
Эхом остались шаги...
Пусь кружит птица, коль хочется ей.
Но лишь бы рассвет нас встретил теплей.
Мечами пронзая туман на ходу
Мы шумно скользим по земле, как по льду!
Раз, два - вперед на врага!
Три, четыре - шире шаг, шире!
Утопая в крови своей и врага!
Бей! Бей! Не жалей!
И пусть напишут наши имена все те,
Кто помнит и скорбит о нас.
Кто помнит наши подвиги,
Нас, павших за свободу.
Родная сторона освободиться от оков,
А наш народ великий глаза откроет вновь.
И так начнется утро новое, за которое
Не жалко пролить кровь.
At dawn with new strengths
They walked with gloomy faces.
The wounds of recent victories dragged on ...
So there was a morning army of 5000 years.
There was an answer from under the shelomas,
And cold steel rang.
5 formidable words, like a stream, on the ground:
"Forward to the enemy! On the enemy!"
The whisper of the slurred enveloped the fog,
And all the way they leave,
Like smoke without a fire not protected by wounds.
Echoed steps ...
Leaving a bright mark
They walked, immersed in dawn.
Somewhere the raven circled over their hello
And he asked for something when the wind died down.
There was an answer from under the shelomas,
And cold steel rang.
5 formidable words, like a stream, on the ground:
"Forward to the enemy! On the enemy!"
The whisper of the slurred enveloped the fog,
And all the way they leave,
Like smoke without a fire not protected by wounds.
Echoed steps ...
Pusus is circulating a bird, if she wants to.
But if only the dawn met us warmth.
Piercing the fog on the go with swords
We are noisily slipping on the ground, like on ice!
One, two - forward to the enemy!
Three, four - wider step, wider!
Drowning in the blood of his own and the enemy!
Beat! Beat! Do not be sorry!
And let them write our names all those
Who remembers and grieves about us.
Who remembers our exploits,
We who fell for freedom.
The native side is free from the shackles,
And our people will open the great eyes again.
And so the new morning will begin, for which
It is not a pity to shed blood.
They walked with gloomy faces.
The wounds of recent victories dragged on ...
So there was a morning army of 5000 years.
There was an answer from under the shelomas,
And cold steel rang.
5 formidable words, like a stream, on the ground:
"Forward to the enemy! On the enemy!"
The whisper of the slurred enveloped the fog,
And all the way they leave,
Like smoke without a fire not protected by wounds.
Echoed steps ...
Leaving a bright mark
They walked, immersed in dawn.
Somewhere the raven circled over their hello
And he asked for something when the wind died down.
There was an answer from under the shelomas,
And cold steel rang.
5 formidable words, like a stream, on the ground:
"Forward to the enemy! On the enemy!"
The whisper of the slurred enveloped the fog,
And all the way they leave,
Like smoke without a fire not protected by wounds.
Echoed steps ...
Pusus is circulating a bird, if she wants to.
But if only the dawn met us warmth.
Piercing the fog on the go with swords
We are noisily slipping on the ground, like on ice!
One, two - forward to the enemy!
Three, four - wider step, wider!
Drowning in the blood of his own and the enemy!
Beat! Beat! Do not be sorry!
And let them write our names all those
Who remembers and grieves about us.
Who remembers our exploits,
We who fell for freedom.
The native side is free from the shackles,
And our people will open the great eyes again.
And so the new morning will begin, for which
It is not a pity to shed blood.
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