«Ми паралітики з блискучими очима
Душею сильні, волею слабкі
За спинами у нас ростуть орлині крила
Але кайданками ми були прикуті до турецької землі.»
It is a heavy sword
For old hands to swing
It is a heavy song
For young hearts to sing
We are chained to foreign lands
With eyes still sparkling
And with trembling hands
And hearts never hardening
Feel eagle wings
Behind our shoulders
Prometheus king
Grant us fire and closure
Feel eagle wings
Behind our shoulders
Prometheus king
Grant us time and closure
It is a heavy sword
For old hands to swing
It is a heavy song
For young hearts to sing
Душею сильні, волею слабкі
За спинами у нас ростуть орлині крила
Але кайданками ми були прикуті до турецької землі.»
It is a heavy sword
For old hands to swing
It is a heavy song
For young hearts to sing
We are chained to foreign lands
With eyes still sparkling
And with trembling hands
And hearts never hardening
Feel eagle wings
Behind our shoulders
Prometheus king
Grant us fire and closure
Feel eagle wings
Behind our shoulders
Prometheus king
Grant us time and closure
It is a heavy sword
For old hands to swing
It is a heavy song
For young hearts to sing
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