Текст песни Gevolt - Zog Nit Keyn Mol

What's going on his last journey - do not say!
Let the sky no glimmer of dawn,
Trust will come down even our hard-won per hour,
Torturers shudder, hear us.

From the sea to the south of the northern snow
We bear our pain through hordes of enemies
And where drops of blood fall,
Our courage and the will germinate.

Believe us: the sun banish the shadow of the night,
The enemy will disappear and with it - yesterday,
But if the sun does not rise for too long -
Let this song as your password, go to the children.

The birds did not sing it to us early in the afternoon,
We wrote it in blood - no lead,
And among the people burning barricades
This song was sung with revolvers in their hands.

What's going on his last journey - do not say!
Let the sky no glimmer of dawn,
Trust will come down even our hard-won per hour,
Torturers shudder, hear us.