How warriors are sitting at a round table
and the voices of the winds sing songs to them,
and crows are circling above them
and a bloody sunset prophesies the battle with evil.
And the woman under the window clacked around,
sons and husbands, and brothers under the knife,
and babied in the blood,
and the boyars and the mob and the abyss are not penniless.
But on a white horse, yes with a sword in his hand
our father king goes to the square,
Well, father, if you are with us, we will fight like we were ...
And the horde went to the horde by the wall,
Heads rolled yes and those and others,
And no boyar no serf do not stand at a price
Yes, and beat indiscriminately and one and the second,
"OUR FATHER IS ALREADY AND ON HEAVEN"
You only let us know what you should
And with a prayer in my heart with abuse on my lips
We only believe that someone needs
But the stabbing arm is tired, but the spear is broken,
And again a crow is circling over us
Really little has been done
For better times ...
And the fog descended over a roaring horde
And cut the fire, the arches of GOD'S heaven
And they fought in a fierce battle on the surface of the earth,
White Angel with a sword and a flaming Bes ...
It’s true with us, yes, Native Earth,
Beat the Tambourine Shaman, invoking the GODS,
it is our victory, otherwise it is IMPOSSIBLE,
NOT A STEP BACK from Native Shores
And with Ogonia and flour the White Horse fell
And among the corpses someone is already setting a new throne,
But the JOKER LAUGHES EARLY, OUR SPIRIT IS STILL VILLAGES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
