Lovely, Brothers, Lovely - cossacks song - Cossacks WW2 photo

Lovely, Brothers, Lovely - cossacks song At the early dawning, ’cross the rolling hillside Legionnaires of Russia rode their shining, stoic steed Horses fell to bullets, heroes pierced and rended Stormy river runs red as a thousand soldiers bleed. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve? The first bullet whistles, the first bullet’s nearing The first bullet wounded my proud steed right in his feet And the second bullet, in a second’s fury And the second bullet carves a scorching void in me Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve? Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely ’tis to live. With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve? Leave no man behind you, commandant commands us