Naer Mataron - Steppe


Son of Europa raise up your head 
 Wherever you see plain 
 Before it was a forest 
 Under the ice, have remained the traces 
 Of our arms! 

 When it's full moon 
 When the wind blows 
 Along with the path, you can hear a song 
 A song which tales, where we began to fight! 
 Invisible enemies 
 Along the path we crossed by 
 Between us different languages, but one tradition 
 Between us different nations, but one legion 

 We began spring 
 The woods where green (and) the trees in bloom 
 Beyond these mountains 
 There, where we stopped 
 Wounded by winter 
 We the new soldiers, while our hearts 
 Feel like we are Gods 
 Like we are silver eagles 
 We, the frozen eagles 

 From this path, we will not return again 
 Youth of Europa do not forget us!

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