Текст песни Серпень - Чёрный Тополь

Rustling leaves at sunset,
As if the voice of the centuries gone by ,
As if the tale of the faith brothers
And fathers, the covenant of the innocent .
And bark pattern black
Remember the glorious time is right ,
Time of honor, of pure blood ,
Time that is shrouded in mystery ...

Black poplar, tell me
About centuries gone into the abyss ,
Tell us about those who fell in battle

The creaking of the branches of your mighty ,
As a living reproach to now ,
Could not we get rid of the clouds
And they which went to foreign country ...
Vorogov every now shits
In the lands of the once sacred ,
And lost tale about Zlata
Horsa that kept us right .