Текст песни Горыныч - Достойные сыновья своих отцов

The sun rises over the river and light tell us
Where is our native land.
The sun rises over the river, and Chur-Churilo all evil
Shall bring to me.

The river flows on the battlefield, as the sun rises
Highlighting the bodies of my brothers.
My brethren curls white blood they have all the hands
And crows will not leave them.

Raven, black raven fly you to the fields
Yes you bring freedom to our children.
Our children will save even our gods
We have them sacrificed to the fateful battle!

On the fateful battle cry we Valkyrie
What would pick up our souls to the gods in heaven.
In heaven, we were met by our gods
How worthy sons of their fathers!

The sun rises over the river and light tell us
Where is our native land?
The sun rises over the river, and Chur-Churilo all evil
Shall bring to me.