Rider wake-up call
War Hero - Volodymyr Zelenskyy
"Isn't it deigned enough? Isn't it enough deign?
On! On! Up, fresh rider's blood!
Think the enemy is here!
up, up! Yes! yes!”
So it does, so it sounds,
So it bangs, so it sings,
So it thrusts and drives through the misty scent
Out into the morning air.
Trumpet call, trumpet blast!
Oh, let's go, oh, let's go!
Into the enemy
In crowded ranks!
March! March! and hit!
Might I still watch that!
Don't look alone!
To be in the midst of the brave,
mitthun, to sit on horseback,
when the beasts whinny, the blades flash,
And help hunt down
a fatherland, a fatherland,
a Ukarine that we don't have in the battle fire,
fetch with the saber and dig,
when a holy war finally unites us
against the old bold enemy,
the robber, who
still boasts about his booty today!
And then, yes then,
all man,
then in the flaming throng
of battle, in life's swelling exaltation , the
death wound
pouring out the soul on a bloody ground,
dying as a good soldier
in one deed,
yes, that would be something, that
doesn't stand so pale!
To die as a good rider, that
would be smarter.
NOTE: Support him and Ukarine
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