Steppe

Steppe - Naer Mataron

Son of Europa raise up your head

Wherever you see plain

Before it was a forest

Under the ice have remained the traces

Of our arms

When it＇s full moon

When the wind blows

Along with the path you can hear a song

A song which tales where we began to fight

Invisible enemies

Along the path we crossed by

Between us different languages but one tradition

Between us different nations but one legion

We began spring

The woods where green (and) the trees in bloom

Beyond these mountains

There where we stopped

Wounded by winter

We the new soldiers while our hearts

Feel like we are Gods

Like we are silver eagles

We the frozen eagles

From this path we will not return again

Youth of Europa do not forget us Youth of Europa do not forget us Wounded by winter We the new soldiers while our hearts Feel like we are Gods Like we are silver eagles From this path we will not return again