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Donbass Militia – Russian Orthodox | 27.05.2014 10:44
Freedom is a rare bird in these lands,
By not standing up for it, one could end up with zeros.
Freedom, wind, and fields of the Donetsk steppes.
Who put it in chains will reap only ash.
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By not standing up for it, one could end up with zeros.
Freedom, wind, and fields of the Donetsk steppes.
Who put it in chains will reap only ash.
http://theother14.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/donbass-militia-russian-orthodox/
Donbass Militia – Russian Orthodox
I.
Freedom is a rare bird in these lands,
By not standing up for it, one could end up with zeros.
Freedom, wind, and fields of the Donetsk steppes.
Who put it in chains will reap only ash.
Ash, smoke and bone fires,
[Blok] posts do not sleep.
Bridges are raised and promises broken.
No compromises in battle with Nazis
I’m sending hello to the South-Eastern patsiks [lads?].
Let’s get up brother, father, [inaudible].
Against the machinegun [clicks his AK] working “Grad”.
Soldier knows that his ma doesn’t sleep waiting back at home,
But this night is calm – not my coma.
It’s not my coma where I might not come back home from.
Indeed here you know who is who.
Hero is who’s with you till the end, till the victo-glorious.
We won’t abandon ours –
Chorus
Choir: Russian Orthodox! [00:44]
For each fighter till the end, victo-glorious,
On the battle field -
Choir: Russian Orthodox! [00:49]
So I mean we should do when
If not this day.
Mum forgive –
Choir: No one if not us! [00:55]
Refrain:
For each fighter till the end, victo-glorious,
On the battle field -
Choir: Russian Orthodox! [01:00]
So I mean we should do when
If not this day.
Mum forgive –
Choir: No one if not us! [01:05]
II.
First combat, brothers – attention!
Until bullets here hit the peaceful.
Until the fire in the chest not the stone,
The dust of rebellion, buildings are burning.
Hey, my old man, if you’d seen all
This ******, you’d hate it at once.
For murders Nazis receive rewards,
For defending [ones] home [they] call [you] separatist.
This game is ain’t clean but the wheals on the green buses
Of those mean cowards will not roll for long.
All this garbage out of house under the howling of the gun
For hardworking Donbass, and for you Odessa-mama.
Drama in town, in town of the Great Guards,
Haven’t you got it, you won’t break Red Army soldiers.
If you not getting it, stay at home and cry in pillow.
But we return the spirit to the elders, and drink a mug to that.
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I.
Freedom is a rare bird in these lands,
By not standing up for it, one could end up with zeros.
Freedom, wind, and fields of the Donetsk steppes.
Who put it in chains will reap only ash.
Ash, smoke and bone fires,
[Blok] posts do not sleep.
Bridges are raised and promises broken.
No compromises in battle with Nazis
I’m sending hello to the South-Eastern patsiks [lads?].
Let’s get up brother, father, [inaudible].
Against the machinegun [clicks his AK] working “Grad”.
Soldier knows that his ma doesn’t sleep waiting back at home,
But this night is calm – not my coma.
It’s not my coma where I might not come back home from.
Indeed here you know who is who.
Hero is who’s with you till the end, till the victo-glorious.
We won’t abandon ours –
Chorus
Choir: Russian Orthodox! [00:44]
For each fighter till the end, victo-glorious,
On the battle field -
Choir: Russian Orthodox! [00:49]
So I mean we should do when
If not this day.
Mum forgive –
Choir: No one if not us! [00:55]
Refrain:
For each fighter till the end, victo-glorious,
On the battle field -
Choir: Russian Orthodox! [01:00]
So I mean we should do when
If not this day.
Mum forgive –
Choir: No one if not us! [01:05]
II.
First combat, brothers – attention!
Until bullets here hit the peaceful.
Until the fire in the chest not the stone,
The dust of rebellion, buildings are burning.
Hey, my old man, if you’d seen all
This ******, you’d hate it at once.
For murders Nazis receive rewards,
For defending [ones] home [they] call [you] separatist.
This game is ain’t clean but the wheals on the green buses
Of those mean cowards will not roll for long.
All this garbage out of house under the howling of the gun
For hardworking Donbass, and for you Odessa-mama.
Drama in town, in town of the Great Guards,
Haven’t you got it, you won’t break Red Army soldiers.
If you not getting it, stay at home and cry in pillow.
But we return the spirit to the elders, and drink a mug to that.
Донецкое ополчение: Русская -Православная
наша группа
http://vk.com/club61259467
Donbass Militia – Russian Orthodox
