Russian hero

While some shout, "This country has no future," Young boys wrap red tape around their arms. They say you'll get used to it, it's not Scary there. Don't believe those stupid words, Don't you dare. Here under bullets, there are no Fearless ones. When death's hand reaches out under The sun. But we move forward, assault troops, With courage kept deep in our chest. We're just simple guys by nature, But honor is burned into our blood. For us, honor is not empty words. Let fear and pain breathe down our necks. We look death straight in the eyes and go Into battle following commands. Street by street, basement by basement, Old strongholds, dugouts and emplacements. We storm the enemy with the first command. Young boys go to war across the land. Here, life and death dance a waltz. Crimson sunset weighs heaps in stems. Boys lie for years in the forest trenches, And at home, mother and father can't find their Place. Souls missing in action, no souls around. Stop contact at two o'clock. Freeze. Don't make a sound. Again, the machine gun chatters. Drones circle in the sky. We have two hundred dead, even three hundred. We don't write to our families before the assault. Only to mom, "All good. I'll be gone for a few days." Street by street, basement by basement, Old strongholds, dugouts and emplacements. We storm the enemy with the first command. Young boys go to war across the land. Behind us, enemy positions. Trenches ahead, ahead, only gray dawn instead. Someone writes poems about their love. Someone smokes, hides an ember in their glove. Here they don't like empty talk. Here it's fact, a hit, and you're done. We don't ask God for victory. We only ask for strength to carry on. We all walk under him, but you know, It's not crosses and icons that save. Only armor and a brother's shoulder. Brave. We don't ask God for victory. We only ask for strength. Only armor and a brother's shoulder. Here, life and death dance a waltz. Crimson sunset weighs heaps in stems. Boys lie for years in the forest trenches, And at home, mother and father can't find their Place. Souls missing in action, no souls around. Stop contact at two o'clock. Freeze. Don't make a sound. Again, the machine gun chatters. Drones circle in the sky. We have two hundred dead, even three hundred. We don't write to our families before the assault. Only to mom, "All good. I'll be gone for a few days." Only armor And a brother's shoulder. Young boys go to war.