English translation
Lovely, Brothers, Lovely
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?