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Living for life, Rosich always chooses freedom.

On centuries -old forests snow with fluffy hats
Only the future is unsteady, now shaky
Soon and there will be no one to look into the thicket from the affection
Whitish native blood is red red
We enemy deceived by a jamb in raving
Young souls are already eaten by worms already eaten
All the dirt is forced to read and praise
We voluntarily stand on your knees without memory
Praying eagerly, so that it was without a break.
And behind someone will come up and slashes along the throat
Here Vera will flare up, in the palm of the charm
Only the red stream is already spraying on white snow
Enemy cunning as a devil, work without risk
With this war, even close ones ridiculed us
Invowel path, in the shade and air fell silent
We leave on an ice night to die for our

Early in the morning to the thunder of the battle, I'll go from the monastery
I cast a look at the road on the road with a contemptuous
Holes from a bullet, fangs on a torn tunic
Under the snow is unanimous, I will only be your winner ...
I will go to battle early in the morning
I cast a look at the road on the road with a contemptuous
Holes from a bullet, fangs on a torn tunic
Under the snow is unanimous, I will only be your winner ...

Cursed by curses, poison is strewn again
Earth under the snow gray, rinsed rails
The burden is heavy, with frosts a broken cassock
Substyat on Kapron and a backpack with ammunition
We will live forever.
Flies over gray
One higher idea - here to die for the brothers
Looking at the stars, the road to rotting
Into the thicket of dark, teeming with predatory creatures
The offensive will come and sparkles in the sky
Keep the enemy pressure on the approach of the borders
With our hands, tearing the flesh with your hands, we die from the stench
I feel with fires that we will be buried here
We go with detachments, flickering through the forest
Insidious steps putting the great procession
Army of debauchery, a view of a base goal
Let our blood become fatal in their mouth

I will go to battle early in the morning
Early in the morning to the thunder of the battle, I'll go from the monastery
I cast a look at the road on the road with a contemptuous
Holes from a bullet, fangs on a torn tunic
Under the snow is unanimous, I will only be your winner ...
I will go to battle early in the morning
I cast a look at the road on the road with a contemptuous
Holes from a bullet, fangs on a torn tunic
Under the snow is unanimous, I will only be your winner ...

Death is not terrible Ratibor. The life in captivity is terrible.