Текст песни THE KIBORG - РУСЫ

The staff of the elder hit the land
And the spring from the rock suddenly
Russian sword enemy flawed
And the boulaot is the fortress erected

Brave ariths tribe young
Rusa Sloven was led by
In the earth distant for the best fate
For princes of dashing came

Chorus

Honor and glory to the Aryan gods
That the Slavic land is stored
Honor and glory elders wrap
That the navigation laws honor

In battles blood political land
Our ancestors were kept

Let the Slavs return through the years
Our grandpars ancient songs
Let enemies wrap the bulk
For the sake of the saccy of revenge