The White Death(Песня, посвященная Симо Хяюхя, снайпере и герое Зимней войны)
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Almost night, a crimson horizon Painting thousand lakes red As your army approach in the east A hunter is switching his prey
All alone a man with his gun Wanders into the wild Tracks you down, you can't hide Once he is on to your trail
Enter the night, a flash in the darkness White death is heading your way The fear of his foes, a hero at home Hundreds will fall by his gun
You’re in the snipers sight The first kill tonight, time to die You’re in the bullets way, the white deaths prey Say goodbye
After the dawn, when morning has broken Snow once white turned to red The result of what happened last night A tale of a sniper is born
Snow in mouth, hiding his breath He is steady at hand Eye to eye, target in sight The moment of fire has come
Hundreds of kills, a man and his rifle Embodies the sisu of Finns Stay out of sight and cover your head When he pulls the trigger you're dead
You’re in the snipers sight The first kill tonight, time to die You’re in the bullets way, the white deaths prey Say goodbye
You’re in the snipers sight The first kill tonight, time to die you’re in the bullets way, the white deaths prey Say goodbye
(Your in the snipers sight) Snipers sight (Your his first kill tonight) First kill tonight (Say goodnight, Say goodbye) Say goodbye (You will fall by his gun)
(Your in the snipers sight) Snipers sight (your his first kill tonight) First kill tonight (Say goodnight, say goodbye) Say goodbye (White death is coming for you)