Текст песни Holdaar - Где Не Место Рабу

The ancestors look strictly
from the sky into our crowd.
Choosing God
chooses fate.
There are not many of us left.
Keeping the memory of faith,
choose your god
that blood relatives.
Before whom not to stay
alone in poverty
and do not fraternize with the enemy
nigger in the horde.
To whom not to blame
don't crawl to the altar
and do not languish in prison -
to be free in honor.

The roof of our temple -
these are the rays of the sun,
the walls of our temple -
these are our swords,
songs secret forces
and the veil of dawn
our ancestors' graves -
altars in the steppe.
Roda's road lasts
where is no place for a slave,
choosing God,
chooses fate.