"1915 (Easter Battle For The Zwinin Ridge)" lyrics

"1915 (Easter Battle For The Zwinin Ridge)"

My Schwarzlose unit
Entrenched upon the hill
Alongside the Zwinin
The order is clear
While the Südarmee
Attempts to charge
We clear the Carpathian mountains
Of the cossack plague

Wait until
They're
Climbing up
The hill
And shoot
To kill
Let them rot
Here

Let them rot here
Let them rot here
Let them rot here
Let them rot

The agony of tzar Nicholas empire
Ends here between the snow and barbed wire
Swear you will remember that Easter tea
Thy will be done
Their death foreseen

Wait until
They're
Climbing up
The hill
And shoot
To kill
Let them rot
Here

Гори мої
Сиві верхи
Ріки що несуть додолу кров
Крики болі, гомін смерті
Люті наш вогонь зійшов

Грім гармат лунає долом
Кида нас в криваву круговерть
Плачуть ріки, стогнуть гори
Москалю тут буде смерть

Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля

Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля
Це моя земля

[English translation:]

My mountains
Gray peaks
Rivers that carry blood down to the ground
Screams of pain, the roar of death
Our fire has come down in anger

The thunder of cannons echoes through the valley
Throws us into a bloody vortex
Rivers cry, mountains groan
Death will come to moscovites here

This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land

This is my land
This is my land
This is my land
This is my land


Writer(s): Dmytro Ternushchak
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