Текст песни ЛесаикиЛ - ЛЛ - Края

The edges
On native land blows cold
In honor of the damp ground and the youth
Blood river flows but is spreading
We believe unwillingly to what is seen

We would Ishmael
All start iznova
It would have given the fight
irreproachable

From the whip scars, steel skin
Poobvyklisya, do not worry
Bellies used to stuff so go to sleep
Let the jackals tearing apart the country.

The voice would shout
His throat constricted
Where are you Silushka
Our glorious

To whom are you people all hope
From what Gods expect salvation
Infidel but with a crescent
Ile murdered ...

teach us
faith true
He loves alien god
gold dress

Indigenous people degenerates
And the cause is degradation
Nedoglyad and false education
They put us on a path of destruction

That would be in the morning
Whistle in the wind
Waking Men
glorious warriors

Rise time of converse brother
Otolyutsya let the bitter tears
The ringing of weapons that mellifluous
And give us the will of his freedom.