Over the mountains hid fog
And howled gun in the night,
This reality again as deception,
But can you live , do not be silent !
This howling wind among the rocks ,
This wilderness that infuses truck ,
This mountain town of Tskhinvali ,
It did not know their enemies fear.
And hums & quot; dragonfly & quot; scribbling ,
Floating sting - fire and explosion.
Mother embraces child of silence,
Bitter tears dropped .
Proud city , did not give you
And now you stand defeated.
Sometimes only your lights
They say that you can not be killed.
You are fearless, and your people ,
Seasoned in battle more than once,
You saved the honor , has always been proud of
And proud of you Caucasus .
From the web of steel shackles
Burst , showing teeth,
City of pain and tears of the city ,
City of hope and darkness , Tskhinvali !
Who is in combat , guarding the rear,
Who went to the front,
Before his death, in the eyes of not merged -
The general was il private.
Before his death, we are all
Here guessed was the right path ,
If there is enmity - there will be war
And do not have the right to turn now .
Provocateur opened his mouth
And saliva is poisonous as mercury,
But on his knees, no, do not fall
Do not go back on their word , let
Will fight fierce battle ,
Will be crashing among the rocks ,
Glow prozhzhёtsya ash
But you stand , Tskhinvali !