Текст песни Свобода воли - 06 - Полк

REGIMENT
(Music and lyrics - Yuriy Butenko)

Polk in the backwoods,
The battle at dawn,
The voice of silence creates fear in open heart surgery.
Stand up! Your enemy is not sleeping.
It's time to collect all the power.
Heart as granite, so deep in the chest froze.

The first ray killed
Creek midnight reflection.
You're in the fog of lies and there is no pain, and there is no doubt.
Hundreds of torn bodies,
Someone called friend.
Snowstorm took their lives into their own hands.

But when the bell sounds ancient,
It is the voice of the sacred land.
Our truth knocks at the heart of the hammer,
Reviving hopes and dreams.

Once again, it was night,
In the reflection of stars playful
Fire burns down and soon he froze black ash.
Steel has rung,
You lie under the fresh snow,
Where your soul sped up blinding light.

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Recent strength. The last person on the battlefield. Here, nothing will change tomorrow or next year. Will the same forest, will also be snowing again will float in memory the ghosts of the war. A war in which both sides fought for their truth, not wanting to admit the truth of others.