Come out you Russian soldier
Адаптація. Присвячую тим, хто голосували за Б, Р та М
I was born on a Donetsk street where the loyal drums do beat,
And those loving Russian feet they tramp all over us,
And every single night when me dad would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out you Russian soldier, and go fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Syria,
How the Army of Ukraine made you run away again
From the sandy beaches of our Crimea.
Come tell us how you slew them poor Afghans two by two,
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one with your Kalashnikov gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out you Russian soldier, and go fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Syria,
How the Army of Ukraine made you run away again
From the sandy beaches of our Crimea.
Come let us hear you tell how you killed soldiers of Ukraine,
When you thought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of '14 were executed?
Come out you Russian soldier, and go fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Syria,
How the Army of Ukraine made you run away again
From the sandy beaches of our Crimea.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
When ihtamnets will be cut aside before us,
And if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "Godspeed, "
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus:
Come out you Russian soldier, and go fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Syria,
How the Army of Ukraine made you run away again
From the sandy beaches of our Crimea.
