Translation - Hello, mother, so I'm writing you again.
A translation of a song from the Chechen wars. Link to song.
Hello, mother, so I'm writing you again.
Hello, mother, as I said, all is well here.
All is well, and the sun is shining yet,
And in the mountains stands a fog.
Mom can't know, how hard it can be up here,
Mom can't know, how we march here year by year,
How the youth of our lives does pass away --
Here in Dagestan, where war reigns...
The crash and roar of frags, we march onwards in ranks.
Off somewhere in the distance, gunshots ring.
The crash and roar of frags, the tracers make their tracks
And from the destruction the whole earth sinks.
The helicopter flies, and we march on and by,
And you and I won't retreat back.
Young and carefree, we came down to this cruel land,
Dagestan, where war holds its harsh command.
I'll remember for all time those cruel May days
And the faces of the slain.
The crash and roar of frags, we march onwards in ranks.
Off somewhere in the distance, gunshots ring.
The crash and roar of frags, the tracers make their tracks
And from the destruction the whole earth sinks.
The helicopter flies, and we march on and by,
And you and I won't retreat back.
Here's my discharge, here I come back home again.
Hello, mother, I'm alive and I am well!
I looked into my dear mother's aged eyes
Saw the toll of all the lies...
The crash and roar of frags, we march onwards in ranks.
Off somewhere in the distance, gunshots ring.
The crash and roar of frags, the tracers make their tracks
And from the destruction the whole earth sinks.
The helicopter flies, and we march on and by,
And you and I won't retreat back.