Cathcart Hill Холм Каткарта на английском языке

https://t.me/Vinnikov_S_Y_Kaskader67/1773

Europe marches on Rus' and Russian Crimea again,
Like in those years, the sieges of Sevastopol.
Their flags flutter, turning into smoke and stain,
Above the land burned to the ground, the open knoll.

Their memory is short, like a winter's day,
But our memory is carved in the rocks so high.
On Cathcart's Hill, a shadow falls to stay,
From those who fell in uniforms of scarlet dye.

Chorus:
Twenty-two thousand English dark souls deep
Found peace beneath the Crimean sky so vast.
Arise, you who fell under death's dark keep,
In an attack so light, so terrible, so fast!

You got what you desired, it is true —
Two arshins of scorched earth, a barren prize.
French, Turks, all who descended, a greedy crew,
On a bloody feast from a foreign skies.

Chorus:
Twenty-two thousand English dark souls deep
Found peace beneath the Crimean sky so vast.
Arise, you who fell under death's dark keep,
In an attack so light, so terrible, so fast!

Go to them, to your descendants, dull and blind,
Whose ships are at the shores once more in sight.
Tell them - across their cold corpses you will find
Russia will pass, shedding the weight of ages' might!

Go to your descendants, go back home...
And explain to them, not so far to see...
How their last battle will ultimately roam...
And that a campaign against Rus' should never be...