Тимур Муцураев - Война (Timur Mutsuraev - War)

Again war in the fire of the Caucasus, our common home, Burning homes, and heard the cry of mother earth, But in the bright hours, young and old, all the People rose up under the enemy on fire. Again the war and the wailing of grieving mothers, But the explosions of bombs and the screams of Chechen children, But blood for blood, the enemy is choking in his own blood And a cargo of two hundred send a batch of coffins. There are no small and big Nations in the world, But there is a love for freedom and the native land. Fight to the death unequal proud of the people stood up For their country, for faith, for freedom! On stained with the blood of the wounded earth children Laugh is only in a dream, Here what fear is never known under the enemy's burning of the Chechen land. There is a war, blood flows on my earth And the homeland loses the best sons, Than will submit, it is better to die proudly, after All courage the hero recedes death. There are no small and big Nations in the world, But there is a love for freedom and the native land. Fight to the death unequal proud of the people stood up For their country, for faith, for freedom!
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