Текст песни Wolfkrieg - Последняя Весна

Occulent now boyars
Palaches have long been sentenced
Truth-mother under the crimson
In the hearts retained on the grief to us.
Halfged the blackberry of us is a resor
Kamm rich shaved gold,
Where the stray dogs dotted with hunger,
A notable bell rang over the mobile.
But we grew, keeping the spirit of a frantic,
Quiet once a hollow crippled,
Wings-shakes powder spurs
We will be erected by Radunitsa Raduchny.
Falcons take off blocrokes,
Nor Khazar is not afraid, no polovtsy,
As if inserted, in battle for the fact that we loved,
Let's go to Dali, epic wellms.
Do not burn, the beauty of the ceremony
Fly to me whiteway
Let it be in the blood to meet our zori wise
Inspoping winds with boiled arrows.
We will be afraid of black crows,
Yes, the boyars Poland ash Brahoy,
But it is impossible to win what is forged
Thunder by the hammer and the spirit of Madu.
We are with you, spring, faithful warriors,
You will erase droplets-tears
Will Russia will be picked up,
Although we fall under the Luntie Witis.