كلمات Thinking

I heard a leaves whisper In the cold autumn fores When we were standing near The bonfire and we were Crossing our swords Over its flame I heard a peals of thunder In the evening twilights I saw a dying sun Changing by Silver moonlight... [repeat] For Dying! For Crying! For Native Land! For Profaned Fate! Damned cross like a black shadow Has came to my Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... But better die standing with proudly holding up head Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... I heard peals of thunder In the evening twilightsZ I saw a dying sun Changing by the silver moonlight Wind brought to my earing Wolf's wailing, lone and yearning It was early in the morning When I was sitting by the purling stream And I was thinking...of my nation Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It's our time!" We were straddling our horses And we were to take Our swears into Reality....