The Tricolor

Do not, do not ask me, native-born, why did they deny you, why did the love for you froze, why the hammer does not wander. Do not, do not ask me, I do not want to to watch the vampires ruthlessly drink your blood and the people's hope. But tell me, Mom, tell me for the glory, the great battles, tell us how our flag they are hiding. Oh, how naive they were! They took our banner, but no strangers have defiled him, but we ourselves!