What a price of a mile

Перевод песни The price of a mile (Sabaton)

The price of a mile

Цена мили

Throw your soldiers into positions
Once there is no escape
And they will prefer death to flight

Hear the sound of the machine gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortars firing, rains the scene
Scars the fields that once were green
It’s a stalemate at the front line
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses, all is gone
There’s no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
Know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
At the fields of Passchendaele
And as night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on and on
What is the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of machine guns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Gone is the fields that once were green
Still a deadlock at the front line
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won

Know that many men has suffered
Know that many men has died
Six miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried on and on
What was the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me, what’s the price of a mile?

That’s the price of a mile!

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

Услышь звуки пулемёта,
Услышь, как они отдаются в ночи эхом.
Миномётный огонь заливает поле,
Уничтожает поля, что когда-то были зелены.
На фронте все зашли в тупик,
Там солдаты покоятся в грязи,
Дороги и дома, всё исчезло.
Нет славы в победе.

Знай: многие будут страдать,
Знай: многие умрут,
На кону полмиллиона людей
На полях Пашендейля.
С наступлением ночи генерал отдаёт приказ,
И битва всё продолжается и продолжается.
Какова цель у всего этого?
Какова цена мили?

В такт шагают тысячи ног ―
Это идёт армия,
Далёк их путь от дома,
Платит ценою жизней молодых.
В такт шагают тысячи ног ―
Это армия в отчаянии,
По колено в грязи,
Застрявшая в окопах, откуда нет выхода.

Тысячи пулемётов
Продолжают палить в ночи,
Пламя миномётов, разрушены те места,
Стёрты поля, что когда-то были зелены.
На фронте всё ещё застой,
Где солдаты умирают в грязи,
Дороги и дома давно уж стёрты,
Всё ещё нет славы в победе.

Знай: многие страдали,
Знай: многие умерли.
Отвоёвано шесть миль земли,
Полмиллиона людей погибло,
А солдаты ползли ― генерал отдал приказ,
А убийства всё продолжались.
Что за цель у всего этого?
Какова цена мили?

В такт шагают тысячи ног ―
Это идёт армия.
Далёк их путь от дома,
Платит ценою жизней молодых.
В такт шагают тысячи ног ―
Это армия в отчаянии,
По колено в грязи,
Застрявшая в окопах, откуда нет выхода.

Молодые умирают,
Платят цену.
О, как они страдают!
Так скажи мне: какова цена мили?

Такова цена мили.

В такт шагают тысячи ног ―
Это идёт армия.
Далёк их путь от дома,
Платящая ценою жизней молодых.
В такт шагают тысячи ног ―
Это армия в отчаянии,
По колено в грязи,
Застрявшая в окопах, откуда нет выхода.

Битва при Пашендейле (третья битва при Ипре) (31 июля — 10 ноября 1917 года) — одно из крупнейших сражений Первой мировой войны между союзными (под британским командованием) и германскими войсками. Сражение состояло из ряда отдельных боевых операций, продолжавшихся с июля 1917 года до ноября 1917 года. Сражение велось на территории Бельгии в районе деревни Пашендейль, близ города Ипр в Западной Фландрии.

Операция под Пашендейлем имела ряд стратегических задач. Главной задачей было уничтожение баз германских подводных лодок на побережье Северного моря и тем самым нанесение серьёзного удара по плану неограниченной подводной войны.

The Price Of a Mile

Hear the sound of a machinegun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortals firing rains the scene
Scars the fields
that once were green

It’s a stalemate at the frontline
where the soldiers rest in mud
roads and houses
all is gone
there is no glory to be won

know that many men will suffer
know that many men will die
half a million lives at stake
At the fields of Passchendaele

And as the night falls the general calls
and the battle carries on and on
And on
What is the purpose of it all
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in a trench with no way out

Thousands of machineguns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Gone is the fields that once were green

Still a deadlock at the frontline
Where the soldiers die in mud
roads and houses since long gone
still no glory has been won
know that many men has suffered
know that many men has died

Six miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried on and on
And on
What’s the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in a trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what’s the price of a mile

That’s the price of a mile.

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in a trench with no way out

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Price of a mile

Hear the sound of a machinegun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortars firing rains the scene
Scars the fields that once were green

It’s a stalemate at the frontline
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses all is gone
There’s no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
Know that many will die
Half a million lives at stake
At the fields of Passchendaele

And as the the night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on and on
What is the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young mens lives

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee deep in mud
Stuck in a trench with no way out

Thousand of machineguns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Gone is the fields that once were green

Still a deadlock at the frontline
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won

Know that many has suffered
Know that many has died
6 miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone

And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried on and on
What was the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

There’s no price for a mile

Цена мили

Слышны звуки пулемета,
Слышно его эхо в ночи,
Минометный огонь поливает поле,
Которое когда-то было зеленым, оставляя на нем шрамы

Это безвыходная ситуация на фронте,
Когда солдат спит в грязи
А дорог и домов больше нет,
Там славы не завоевать.

Знайте, многие будут страдать,
Знайте, многие умрут,
Полмиллиона жизней на кону
На полях Пашендейля

С наступлением ночи генералы призовут,
И битва будет продолжаться и продолжаться
Какой в этом смысл?
Какова цена мили?

Тысячи сапог шагают в такт —
Это армия на марше,
В далеком пути от дома
Платит ценою жизней юных парней

Тысячи сапог шагают в такт —
Это армия в отчаянии,
По колено в грязи,
Безвыходно застрявшая в траншеях

По-прежнему тупик на фронте,
Там солдаты умирают в грязи,
А дорог и домов давным-давно уже нет,
И по-прежнему славы не завоевать.

Знайте, многие страдали,
Знайте, многие погибли,
6 миль было отбито,
А полмиллиона жизней было загублено

И солдаты ползли за генералом,
И убийства все продолжались и продолжались
Какой в этом смысл?
Какова цена одной мили?

Нет цены у мили

Примечания

Песня о бессмыслице Первой Мировой Войны и в частности о Битве при Пашендейле (третья битва при Ипре) (11 июля — 10 ноября 1917 года) — одном из крупнейших сражений Первой мировой войны между союзными (под британским командованием) и германскими войсками. Сражение состояло из ряда отдельных боевых операций, продолжавшихся с июля 1917 года, до ноября 1917 года. Сражение велось на территории Бельгии в районе деревни Пашендейль, близ города Ипр в Западной Фландрии.

The Price of a Mile

The Price of a Mile

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The Price of a Mile is the eleventh song on the album The Art of War album by Sabaton.

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Background

Pär: «I remember also that «The Price of a Mile» was written very late. One night in the studio Joakim showed the main riff with the melodies that he was thinking. I loved it the second I heard it and basically forced him to write the rest of the song overnight and include it on the album.» [6]

Historic fact

The third battle of Ypres, also known as the battle of Paschendale in 1917 has been described as «Hell on Earth» by the survivors, and considering that over 700 000 men lost their lives there they were probably right.

The Battle of Passchendaele was a major campaign of the First World War, it opposed the Allies and the German Empire. The battle took place between the 31st of July and the 6th of November 1917 in Passendale for the control of the ridges south and east of Ypres, 8 kilometers away from a vital railway junction for the Germans. The campaign was composed of several battles and subsidiary operation. The whole campaign turned out to be a disaster which cost more than 500’000 lives (Text credits: Gregory Sandoz)) [8]

Lyrics

Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape,
And they will prefer death to flight.

Hear the sound of the machine gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortars firing, rains the scene
Scars the fields that once were green
It’s a stalemate at the front line
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses, all is gone
There’s no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
Know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
At the fields of Passchendaele
And as night falls, the general calls
And the battle carries on
And on
What is the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens’ lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in a trench with no way out

Thousands of machine guns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars placed and wrecked the scene
Gone’s the fields that once were green
Still a deadlock at the front line
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses, since long gone
Still no glory has been won

Know that many men have suffered
Know that many men have died
Six miles of ground have been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawled, the general called
And the killing carried on
And on
What was the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens’ lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in a trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what’s the price of a mile?

That’s the price of a mile!

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens’ lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens’ lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens’ lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens’ lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

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Hear the sound of a machine-gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortals firing rains the scene
Scars the fields
That once were green

It’s a stalemate at the frontline
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses
All is gone
There is no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
Know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
Ask the fields of Passchendaele

And as the night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on and on
How long?
What is the purpose of it all
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of machine-guns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Guns in the fields that once were green

Still a deadlock at the frontline
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won
Know that many men has suffered
Know that many men has died

Six miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried on and on
How long?
What’s the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what’s the price of a mile

That’s the price of a mile

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out