Ch. This is our Triumph Day
Smelling battle fields,
This is high day
Hair getting greyer still,
This is our joy
And all eyes with tears filled,
Day of Triumph! Day of Triumph!
Day of Triumph!
Day of Triumph, how far it was from all,
Like in fire a burning piece of coal,
There were thousands of miles burnt by the fire
And the day we closer brought with great desire.
At all smelters from the dawn and through night deep
All the country couldn’t get a wink of sleep
All day round struggling hard we didn’t retire?
And the day we closer brought with great desire.
Dear mother, not everyone returned back home,
How I would like in meadows barefooted roam,
Half all Europe, half all earth we walked through fire,
And the day we closer brought with great desire.
Day of Triumph
© Copyright: Ольга Крубер-Федорова, 2015
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