One summer at dawn I looked into the neighboring garden,
There, a shaven-headed neighbor is filling a Kolovrat,
I turn pale, I turn red, I suddenly wanted to say:
"We will become a wall, for Russia, white brother"
Curly hach will not take another path,
With bandages we'll smash the fucking blood
Khach will not be able to leave us, because we are in Russia with you
And the neighbors shave each other's skulls,
White life, rabble devastation, brother for brother we will stand in a row,
Here they come together and not a step back,
They walk around the area, clean up Mother Russia
The mongrels all flee from Russia, it has become cleaner, white brother,
The sun is with us, faith and a packed Kolovrat are with us
The game is left behind the mountains and will not howl,
Meet them in Russia, naked dew host