Letra de Summoning The Rain - Drudkh

Ukraine noised, noised long.
Long, long the blood flowed, blushed steppes.
Flowed, flowed and dried. Steppes green;
Grandfathers lay. And above them the graves become blue.
But what is a worth of their height? Nobody knows them,
Nobody sincerely will begin to cry, nobody will remember them.
Only the wind will blow over them quietly,
Only the dews will wash them early.
The Sun will rise, will drain, will warm;
But what about grandsons? They don�t care, they sow wheat for masters.
There are a lot of them, but who will tell, where is Gonta�s grave?
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Where was buried this righteous martyr?
Where is Zaliznyak, sincere soul? Where does he rest?
It is hard! It is hard! Executioner rules.
And they will not be remembered.
Ukraine noised, noised long.
Long, long the blood flowed, blushed steppes.
At day and at the night there are cries, cannons;
The earth is groaning, is bending. It is sad, scary,
But when you will remember it � the heart will smile