Текст песни Дезертиры - Финская песня

We are like an ancient, magical people,
That merges with stone and mosses ...
There, to the left, is another pillbox.
The breath of the bay blows on the right.

Rise again on us
Turned into a dark bastard
To lie on a sparkling crust
Under the rolling roll of fun.

Who is guilty that they laid down meat
Are these masses in faded overcoats?
Someone's will in their back from the darkness
Like a crimson pentacle, she drove.

And behind us is the forest terrain,
Winter air is more magical than catfish
There is freedom, land, farm,
There in the lakes and firs of Suomi.

Burns with anger in his eyes.
The trunks are frosty.
On the lakeside forest shores
There are no camps and collective farms.

Crossfire on enemies
They plunge underground depths.
Bustling scoops in half
The machine gun burst chops.

Why did this red climb,
Bringing us Bolshevik happiness?
It tears their angry forest
This ice cuts them to pieces.

This is death. Not one left
From the fire of a merciless bunker.
Snow falls from coniferous peaks.
A dead company has been sprinkled.

Here it is, next to it is a cold lump,
And in the eyes - the indifference of steel.
I did not invite you to visit, scoop.
I didn't call. The rest is details.