CopperKettle

Nothing more true than not to trust your senses - and yet what are your other evidences?

Here’s to riding safely through the hell of battle; Through the thick and thin, through the cannons’ din, Through the rifles’ rattle. Черновой перевод первой строфы ^_^

The trees along this city street Save for the traffic and the trains, would make a sound as thin and sweet ss trees in country lanes

"Наливаймо, браття, кришталеві чаші, Щоб шаблі не брали, щоб кулі минали, Голівоньки наші."

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head.