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Translation
Evil City
Harsh winter, icy river, vast steppe
Long road, foreign region, the Mongols are coming
From bitter tears, from thousands of manes, a lasso is woven
Batu Khan led his horde along crimson rivers
Your Khan
Wrath is breezing
(There is a handful of soldiers)
It has struck the ground
(Like a pain in the neck)
The Russian flute sings
(For seven weeks)
The citadel awaits
The citadel!
Chorus:
The snow has fallen on Zhizdra's bank
Covering the body of its sons
The sunset has frozen, the evil city is burnt
The fog has thickened, the fog has thickened
The warriors in tumens speak in whispered echo:
Where did this crazy Russian come from?
This impregnable formidable camp won't yield to strength
It is favored either by God or by Satan
Where the widows' tears have dried
The chime of the bells has stopped
The tale is complete
The wind will wipe away the traces
The pain of the invading horde
That will be remembered forever
Speitermann✕
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Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stand With Ukraine!
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