Текст песни Боянов Гимн - Расплата 2014

On the grass I ran , sparing no legs .
Wind became wild , took a sip ,
Closing his eyes , moving away from the alarms.
Mind turned off by plunging into the cradle ,
Way to turn in an infinite target,
Life saving , closing the door ...

In prolese dark , even pitch dark .
The arrows in the quivers and swords in the scabbard .
Where are you? Where are you?
On the trail of animal our party goes ,
For wives killed your payment is waiting ,
For children, for our family !