(Not exactly lyrics, adjusted for English singing) Two brothers were going there! Coming back Turkish front Wondering what awaits them at home No sooner had we crossed the polish boarder... Had the traitorous polish army Thrice attacked! Attacked! Oh Attacked now! They have wounded my chest now My wounds hurt like hell, but I fight on! (Yes I fight on, oh i fight on!) The first wound, it festers The second one it sickens... The third sends me to my great reward... (Know that im gone, but sing this song!) But I have children at home My beautiful young wife... What would they think of me if I left? (So I fight on, yes i fight on) Oh my dearest young sister Please send me some clear paper... So I might give all those that love me a new hope... My father will read them... But mother does not yet know... The son that she raised had long been dead... (So i fight on, but soon I’m gone!) My children will grow up... They’ll ask their dear young mother, “where is our dear father, where is dad?” (I might be gone, seldom for long!) And mother will turn away She will begin to weep... “He died in the Russo-Turkish war!” Two brothers were going there! Coming back Turkish front Wondering what awaits them at home...
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(Not exactly lyrics, adjusted for English singing)
Two brothers were going there!
Coming back Turkish front
Wondering what awaits them at home
No sooner had we crossed the polish boarder...
Had the traitorous polish army Thrice attacked!
Attacked! Oh Attacked now!
They have wounded my chest now
My wounds hurt like hell, but I fight on!
(Yes I fight on, oh i fight on!)
The first wound, it festers
The second one it sickens...
The third sends me to my great reward...
(Know that im gone, but sing this song!)
But I have children at home
My beautiful young wife...
What would they think of me if I left?
(So I fight on, yes i fight on)
Oh my dearest young sister
Please send me some clear paper...
So I might give all those that love me a new hope...
My father will read them...
But mother does not yet know...
The son that she raised had long been dead...
(So i fight on, but soon I’m gone!)
My children will grow up...
They’ll ask their dear young mother, “where is our dear father, where is dad?”
(I might be gone, seldom for long!)
And mother will turn away
She will begin to weep...
“He died in the Russo-Turkish war!”
Two brothers were going there!
Coming back Turkish front
Wondering what awaits them at home...
translation lil bit rip but sounds quite nice
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Also yeah I know but I added parts that weren’t there and the parts that were Were translated from Ukrainian
@@artemshevtsov6062 interesting
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