Not for me comes spring, Not for me the river Don will spill. There is a girl's heart clogged With delightful feelings - not for me.
Not for me flowering gardens, In the valley blooming grove, There nightingale meets spring, He will sing not for me.
Not for me murmuring brooks, Flowing diamond jets, There a maiden with black eyebrows, She grows not for me.
Not for me comes Easter, At the table all relatives will gather, "Christ is risen" shall pour from the lips, 1 Easter day is not for me.
Not for me the flowers bloom, The fragrant rose will fade Pick a flower and it will whither Such a life is not for me.
For me there is a piece of lead, Which will dig into my white body And bitter tears will flow - Such a life, brother, waiting for me. --------------- Keine Ahnung , aber die Lieder sind einmalig , alles Ok!
At the early dawning, 'cross the rolling hillside Legionnaires of Russia rode their shining, stoic steed Horses fell to bullets, heroes pierced and rended Stormy river runs red as a thousand soldiers bleed.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?
The first bullet whistles, the first bullet's nearing The first bullet wounded my proud steed right in his feet And the second bullet, in a second's fury And the second bullet carves a scorching void in me
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?
Leave no man behind you, commandant commands us "Fall back to the line!" – but they've forgotten me behind In the hills a swallow sings them of tomorrow As for me, about this cold and bitter earth I die
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?
My sweetheart she mourns me, tears to fill a river Mends her heart, forgets me and embraces my old friend Pity that my country must fight on without me Pity my old mother and the stallion that lies dead.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?
And my raven tresses, my alabaster face All will shrivel, crumble, feed the grass that takes their place. And the eyes that shot sharp, bold heart ripped apart Falcons, crows, hyenas will devour all that's there.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?
Zitat von Mikma im Beitrag #619 die Schweizer und Kosaken ,,,,,,,,leider hat Politik anders gemeint ,,,, aber ,,,,,
Guten morgen , ich versuche seit Stunden das Lied zu übersetzten , es kommt nix raus , Paar Wörter , jedoch ergeben die nach wünsch unterschiedlichen Zusammenhang
Zitat von Mikma im Beitrag #619 die Schweizer und Kosaken ,,,,,,,,leider hat Politik anders gemeint ,,,, aber ,,,,,
Guten morgen , ich versuche seit Stunden das Lied zu übersetzten , es kommt nix raus , Paar Wörter , jedoch ergeben die nach Wunsch unterschiedlichen Zusammenhang , Es geht um die Eidgenossenschaft , die so wie so keiner mehr ernst nimmt
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