Wind From The Mountains (Spring Is Coming) (Kampf Version 2008)

The first furious thunder peals
Are piercing the fresh air
Such as always it was, in the spring on our land
Thunderstorms are washing the last snow away.

The wardrums of spring are beating
This rataplan sounds with rains and thunders
That drums are messengers of the first grass
Cold mists are coming with them side by side.

On the rivers, the mud blurred ice melting down
It is carried away with a streams
No reason to resist spring is coming
Inevitable is ices death it s being broken and crushed.

On the trees branches somewhere there are
Blackening leaves that left from the autumn
Nothing will remain spring will sweep all away
With hailstorms. And burn all decrepit.

It s smoke shalt exalt to the height
Where blue skies are streaked with clouds
Wind rushing down from carpathian mountains
Shalt momentary tear the smoke in pieces.

Wind from the mountains brings the spring on
Sowing it's snowdrops in steppes over dnipro
For he's still remember this sorrowful land
That he chained in winter with frost.

Wind brings the spring to the ukraine
From carpathian mountains to the glorious don river!
In summer it shalt blossom in thcigiryn woods
And in autumn return back home
By rains...