Текст песни Санет - Максим Багданович

Between the sands of the land of Egypt,
Over the waves of the blue Nile,
It's been a grave for thousands of years:
They found a handful of seed pots in the pot.

  Although the cereals were dry,
Still, their life force
Aroused and greatly stirred
Sometimes spring grain on a plow.

  Here is your symbol, the forgotten native land!
At last the spirit of the people is moved,
I believe it is fruitless to fall asleep,

And rushing forward, they say, the source,
Which is powerful, loud and loud,
Removing from the soil to the space to break through.