Lovely, Brothers, Lovely! - Любо, братцы, любо! / Kuban Kossacks

English translation Lovely, Brothers, Lovely At the early dawning, ’cross the rolling hillside Legionnaires of Russia rode their shining, stoic steed Horses fell to bullets, heroes pierced and rended Stormy river runs red as a thousand soldiers bleed. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve? The first bullet whistles, the first bullet’s nearing The first bullet wounded my proud steed right in his feet And the second bullet, in a second’s fury And the second bullet carves a scorching void in me Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve? Leave no man behind you, commandant commands us “Fall back to the line!“ – but they’ve forgotten me behind In the hills a swallow sings them of tomorrow As for me, about this cold and bitter earth I die Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve? My sweetheart she mourns me, tears to fill a river Mends her heart, forgets me and embraces my old friend Pity that my country must fight on without me Pity my old mother and the stallion that lies dead. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve? And my raven tresses, my alabaster face All will shrivel, crumble, feed the grass that takes their place. And the eyes that shot sharp, bold heart ripped apart Falcons, crows, hyenas will devour all that’s there. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?