05.26.04

Po Goram Karpatskim

Apropos of nothing, a Russian song by our friendly neighborhood folk choir.

A storm is blowing over the Carpathian mountains
Strong frosts crackle in the winter

The cursed German is invading us
Overrunning our land, our golden crosses

But my beloved dark-haired one, my black-browed one
He fights the Germans and defends his faith

The Germans wanted our Cossacks go into their service

But our Cossacks are famous fighters
And they would not go into the Germans' service

I'm the second voice from the left.

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