We are all Ukrainians!

[prof_eug]

Один из моих друзей, который пока пожелал остаться неназванным, сделал прекрасную адаптацию текста Sabaton к событиям в Одессе. Он будет рад услышать ваше мнение.

Torn apart, Kievan Rus',
Raided by bandits with ribbons.
Sent by Horde, hating the free,
Liking oppression and fear.

One by one, bugs choke and disband
Or burn where they stand

Chorus:
Battlefield
Like in the Middle Ages.
Rus' and fiends
In their ultimate fight.
Battlefield
Which is named Kulikovo. (or Kulekovo, because the syllable is open)
Fi-i-i-ight!

Weapons drawn.
Masks on their faces.
Spreading pain,
Terror and shock
To unarmed.
Having no mercy
Colorados attack!

When brave men look into their eyes,
Bugs beg for their lives.

Chorus

Colorados pinned in choking smoke,
Failed to spread imperial yoke.
Odessites have made their point:
We are all Ukrainians.
Colorados pinned in choking smoke.
Broken dreams in broken yoke.
Odessites have made their point:
No place for the "footwraps"!

Comments

[trueash.livejournal.com]

Очень неплохо. Я так понял, это под Uprising? Под музыку очень даже пробирает. Только маленькая поправка: "senT by", не "senD by"

Лучше и почти ничего не меняя. :)

[old-surehand.livejournal.com]

It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Maidan Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the reign:
Democracy is coming to Ukraine

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous chain:
Democracy is coming to Ukraine.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to Ukraine first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
to a fundamental vain:
Democracy is coming to Ukraine

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot slain,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to Ukraine.

[trueash.livejournal.com]

Во, теперь все сложилось. Спасибо. Я вот подумал, а если самим сабатоновцам новый текст предложить?