A keresés eredménye

Chechnya On Fire

Years will sweep away like winds.
They will rush into the forest of generations,
But memory, you will be alive
Days of death in fierce battles.
Having passed through the flame of years, the Caucasus has become a part of the heart for us.
We have been waiting for a long time, the sun is light.
When will fate smile at us,
But the pain of loss will remain
The loss of friends who fell in battle.
How bitter are the tears of mothers
That they ask for strength in prayer.
Pages of stories a bitter trail
What have we done wrong before God?
After all, forever is an enemy bringing death
Stood at the doorstep for centuries.
 
Chechnya - your pain is still fresh
Chechnya is forever in a flame of fire,
Chechnya is the pain of harsh, dark days,
Chechnya - the groan of the departed sons.
 
Hunger mowed us down like a wave of death,
The foreign country was so greeted.
In 44, that winter, Chechnya became distant for us.
13 long, terrible years - we still did not lose hope.
We were doomed, all to death, but we saw the Fatherland.
And who will answer us for what?
Why are they always killing us?
An old man, a child - everything is exactly for them, they do not consider us people there.
And to this day, in the fire of war, thousands of innocents are burning.
And we swore before God - to avenge everything cruelly.
 
Chechnya - your pain is still fresh
Chechnya is forever in a flame of fire,
Chechnya is the pain of harsh, dark days,
Chechnya - the groan of the departed sons.
 
And let him all disown us,
And let them be silent in dull humility.
We fought 300 to the death,
And do not give you that oblivion.
And we will go proudly into battle
And we will meet death without sorrow.
And everyone will remember as the sons of the mountains - they defended their freedom.
 
Chechnya - your pain is still fresh
Chechnya is forever in a flame of fire,
Chechnya is the pain of harsh, dark days,
Chechnya - the groan of the departed sons.
 
And we will go proudly into battle
And we will meet death without sorrow.
And everyone will remember as the sons of the mountains - they defended their freedom.
And we will go proudly into battle
And we will meet death without sorrow.
And everyone will remember as the sons of the mountains - they defended their freedom.