Russian soldiers: steel and might, a wall of death. Kyiv will fall, the road is set Ukrainian soldiers: from the bushes all around you can hear the sound of our armor on the ground. through the night we ride,. like living hell we fight! from the forests, above the mud they grind to a halt. their steel stands still, our troops can kill. It’s their grinding halt. in Ukraine's winter cold. no food, no dope, no fuel, no hope! our cause is just, our fight inspired by the nation's trust and her desires.
