制作
出演艺人
罗马
表演者
作曲和作词
Jerôme Reuter
词曲作者
Tom Gatti
作曲
歌词
Their treacherous words they are like crippled ghosts
And they strike like a cowards bullets far and close
Our heroes names we wield and bright like swords
And none have ever fallen here for naught
It will take more than a madmans murdering fools
Let them meet the wrath of this iron youth
And their blood shall be our bright new dawns due
For we will rebuild all of this anew
Slava Ukraini
We ride your golden fields
You bright sun, brightest sun
Slava Ukraini
Shine through golden fields
You bright sun, brightest sun
Their treacherous words they are like crippled ghosts
And they hide in the hues of night unseen by most
And they strike like a cowards bullets far and close
Watch the back to choke on the many lives they boast
Slava Ukraini
We ride your golden fields
You bright sun, brightest sun
Slava Ukraini
Shine through golden fields
You bright sun, brightest sun
Written by: Jerôme Reuter, Tom Gatti

