We’re warriors, soldiers, dug up in a trench,
We’re fighters, who swore to protect.
We’ll fight to the death, and we never shall blench,
Attacking or being attacked.
We’ll rise and we’ll charge; let our enemies run,
We’ll leave them facedown in the mud.
Defending our nation, we’ll take up the gun,
And drown the attackers in blood.
My home and my birthplace, my joy and my pride,
The look of you fills me with vigor.
The country that raised me, you’ll battles abide;
I think of you, pulling the trigger.
Our enemies trembled in fear and hate,
We rose up, protecting your beauty…
It could have been luck, or it could have been fate;
I know it was men on their duty…
Patriots
© Copyright: Шуйский, 2004
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Thank you =)
They are the reflection of the pride that so rarely leaves my heart.
Шуйский 29.11.2004 22:54 Заявить о нарушении
They are the reflection of the pride that so rarely leaves my heart.
Шуйский 29.11.2004 22:54 Заявить о нарушении
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