Son of Europa raise up your head
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Wherever you see plain
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Before it was a forest
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Under the ice, have remained the traces
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Of our arms!
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When it's full moon
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When the wind blows
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Along with the path, you can hear a song
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A song which tales, where we began to fight!
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Invisible enemies
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Along the path we crossed by
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Between us different languages, but one tradition
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Between us different nations, but one legion
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We began spring
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The woods where green (and) the trees in bloom
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Beyond these mountains
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There, where we stopped
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Wounded by winter
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We the new soldiers, while our hearts
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Feel like we are Gods
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Like we are silver eagles
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We, the frozen eagles
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From this path, we will not return again
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Youth of Europa do not forget us!
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Steppe
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Naer Mataron |