Sevastopol

Here we are

waiting for the storm.

Here we are

waiting for the storm to come.

We know this world will drown in blood.

Last days of May

this spring is dying once again

But we sense this summer may not be ours anymore.

Within these walls

we're loyal brothers

Comrades till death.

Now in the distance we see the fires rage.

They will not take this place

will not defile this ground.

We're not afraid to die

no one will break this line

This darkened world will hear our cries.

This darkened world will hear our cries.

As clouds of dust contaminate the deep blue skies

We're crawling through the debris of our homes.

Here we are

waiting for the storm.

Here we are

this world will drown in blood.

Now in the distance we see the fires rage.

They will not take this place

will not defile this ground.

We're not afraid to die

no one will break this line

This darkened world will hear our cries.

Curtain fires

lying in the trenches

buried deep

As cold ashes cover this swaying world in grey.

Inside this fortress

we're faithful sisters

Comrades till death.

As their bombs eclipse this sallow sun

And their guns annihilate our sanctuaries

Our confidence

it will not vanish

not abate

We will not cease resisting.

Now in the distance we see the fires rage.

They will not take this place

will not defile this ground.

We're not afraid to die

no one will break this line

This darkened world will hear our cries