Текст песни Улица Радио - Удар меча

C G C
The Forest Raised a Christmas Tree,
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In the forest it grew,
  F C
Winter and summer slim,
  G C
Green was.
  F C
Winter and summer slim,
  G C
Green was

The blow of the sword, arrows and a shot in the eyes of the world faded,
The children of Wotan's Valhalla meet in heaven.

And waiting for them there Valkyrie, carrying the horn of his wine,
Having drunk it rise again vestfoldinga soul.

But life was free Jarl, flowed through his fingers,
Hot blood, the blood of the enemy, you will never drink.

No longer will the north wind in your sails blowing black
And dirty trals much on you will not have to bend your back.

No longer will your Drakar abyss surf,
And sweet poison francs wine, you do not drink.