Lyrics Sabaton - Smoking Snakes
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We remember, no surrender
Мы помним – вы не сдались,
Heroes of our century
Герои нашего века!
3 men stood strong, and they held out for long
Три человека стояли насмерть, они долго продержались против врага.
Going into the fight, to their death that awaits
Они отправились в бой, на верную смерть.
Crazy or brave, will it end in the grave?
Безумие или храбрость, завершится ли их история в могиле?
As they're giving their lives
Они расстались с жизнью,
As their honor dictates
Как велела им честь.
Far, far from home, to a war
Далеко, далеко от дома, на войне,
Fought on foreign soil and
Что велась на чужой земле.
Far, far from known, tell their tale,
Далеко, далеко от славы, поведайте их рассказ,
Their forgotten story
Их забытую историю.
Cobras fumantes, viva está sua memória
"Курящие Змеи", память о них живет.
Rise from the blood of your heroes
Восстаньте из крови своих героев!
You, were the ones who refused to surrender
Вы – те, кто отказался сдаваться!
The 3, rather died than to flee,
Трое тех, что предпочли погибнуть, чем отступить,
Know that your memory,
Знайте, что ваша память
Will be sung for a century
Будет воспеваться весь век.
3 took the blow, while impressing their foe
Трое приняли на себя удар, впечатлив противника.
Throwing dice, with their lives
Они поставили на кон собственные жизни
As they're paying the price
И поплатились за это.
Sent to raise hell, hear the toll of the bell
Присланные, чтобы устроить ад врагам, услышьте, как звонит колокол.
It is calling for you as the Wehrmacht devised
Он взывает к вам, как завещал Вермахт.
Sent over seas to be cast into fire
Отправленные за моря, брошенные в огонь,
Fought for a purpose with pride and desire
Пылко и гордо сражавшиеся за свою цель,
Blood of the brave they would give to inspire
Отважные пролили свою кровь, чтобы вдохновить других.
Cobras fumantes, your memory lives!
"Курящие Змеи", память о вас жива!
*"Курящие Змеи" (порт. Cobras Fumantes) - прозвище Бразильского Экспедиционного корпуса, сражавшегося во Второй мировой войне на стороне союзников. Песня посвящена трем членам корпуса, которые оказались окружены немцами, отказались сдаваться и храбро сражались, пока не погибли. Немецкие солдаты были так впечатлены их отвагой, что похоронили их с почестями, написав на кресте "Drei Brasilianischen Helden" ("Три бразильских героя").
We remember, no surrender
We remember - you did not give up,
Heroes of our century
Heroes of our century!
3 men stood strong, and they held out for long
Three people stood to their deaths, they lasted a long time against the enemy.
Going into the fight, to their death that awaits
They went into battle, to certain death.
Crazy or brave, will it end in the grave?
Madness or courage, will their story end in the grave?
As they're giving their lives
They parted with life
As their honor dictates
As the honor told them.
Far, far from home, to a war
Far, far from home, in war
Fought on foreign soil and
What was conducted on a foreign land.
Far, far from known, tell their tale,
Far, far from fame, tell their story,
Their forgotten story
Their forgotten story.
Cobras fumantes, viva está sua memória
"Smoking Snakes", the memory of them lives.
Rise from the blood of your heroes
Rise from the blood of your heroes!
You, were the ones who refused to surrender
You are the ones who refused to give up!
The 3, rather died than to flee,
The three who chose to die than to retreat
Know that your memory,
Know your memory
Will be sung for a century
It will be chanted for a century.
3 took the blow, while impressing their foe
Three took a hit, impressing the enemy.
Throwing dice, with their lives
They bet their own lives
As they're paying the price
And paid for it.
Sent to raise hell, hear the toll of the bell
Sent to arrange hell for enemies, hear the bell ringing.
It is calling for you as the Wehrmacht devised
He calls to you, as the Wehrmacht bequeathed.
Sent over seas to be cast into fire
Sent across the seas, thrown into the fire
Fought for a purpose with pride and desire
Ardently and proudly fighting for their goal,
Blood of the brave they would give to inspire
The brave shed their blood to inspire others.
Cobras fumantes, your memory lives!
"Smoking Snakes", the memory of you is alive!
* "Smoking Snakes" (port. Cobras Fumantes) - the nickname of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, who fought in World War II on the side of the Allies. The song is dedicated to three members of the corps, who were surrounded by Germans, refused to give up and fought bravely until they died. The German soldiers were so impressed with their courage that they buried them with honors, writing on the cross "Drei Brasilianischen Helden" ("Three Brazilian Heroes").
We remember - you did not give up,
Heroes of our century
Heroes of our century!
3 men stood strong, and they held out for long
Three people stood to their deaths, they lasted a long time against the enemy.
Going into the fight, to their death that awaits
They went into battle, to certain death.
Crazy or brave, will it end in the grave?
Madness or courage, will their story end in the grave?
As they're giving their lives
They parted with life
As their honor dictates
As the honor told them.
Far, far from home, to a war
Far, far from home, in war
Fought on foreign soil and
What was conducted on a foreign land.
Far, far from known, tell their tale,
Far, far from fame, tell their story,
Their forgotten story
Their forgotten story.
Cobras fumantes, viva está sua memória
"Smoking Snakes", the memory of them lives.
Rise from the blood of your heroes
Rise from the blood of your heroes!
You, were the ones who refused to surrender
You are the ones who refused to give up!
The 3, rather died than to flee,
The three who chose to die than to retreat
Know that your memory,
Know your memory
Will be sung for a century
It will be chanted for a century.
3 took the blow, while impressing their foe
Three took a hit, impressing the enemy.
Throwing dice, with their lives
They bet their own lives
As they're paying the price
And paid for it.
Sent to raise hell, hear the toll of the bell
Sent to arrange hell for enemies, hear the bell ringing.
It is calling for you as the Wehrmacht devised
He calls to you, as the Wehrmacht bequeathed.
Sent over seas to be cast into fire
Sent across the seas, thrown into the fire
Fought for a purpose with pride and desire
Ardently and proudly fighting for their goal,
Blood of the brave they would give to inspire
The brave shed their blood to inspire others.
Cobras fumantes, your memory lives!
"Smoking Snakes", the memory of you is alive!
* "Smoking Snakes" (port. Cobras Fumantes) - the nickname of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, who fought in World War II on the side of the Allies. The song is dedicated to three members of the corps, who were surrounded by Germans, refused to give up and fought bravely until they died. The German soldiers were so impressed with their courage that they buried them with honors, writing on the cross "Drei Brasilianischen Helden" ("Three Brazilian Heroes").