Текст песни
The bonfire dies, the embers fade to gray
The earth has need of ashes, cold and deep
No one will dare to speak or point the way
To senseless evils that the shadows keep
My enemy, whom I have called my friend
We must have crossed our paths in times of old
Did God not save me where the fires descend?
And was it not His hand that kept you bold?
No, not with suffering or brother’s blood
Or losses that have left the spirit torn
We paid the price with love, a rising flood
My brother, whom I’ve known since I was born
The hand of God did not protect in vain
When, sensing death, I felt my senses flee
My hands all bloody, dropping loose the rein
While you, in blood, leaned low for all to see
We missed the truth back then, amidst the fray
Take heed, lest we should miss it once again
Did we survive to see another day
To die together for our Motherland, like men?
No, not with suffering or brother’s blood
Or losses that have left the spirit torn
We paid the price with love, a rising flood
We paid the price, we paid it, brother, sworn!
For all of them, we paid the price, my brother
For everything, we paid the price, my brother
My brother
My brother
My brother
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