Текст песни А. Фролов и гр. Condor - Отверженные

They go through the thin line of fate,
Which in his dreams died themselves
Mesh and People,
With the dead hearts.
And knew the glory earlier in was
When the victory was not like an amazed
When stood with a bloody sword,
Glothing greedily spirit of ridiculous battle.

So were driven into a ridiculous, stupid world,
Punished for audacity, self-alone,
When in the last battle of the moment
Swords crossed the thought of freedom.
They go to meet providence
Curse of years and bitter way.
And again into battle - and again regret,
But only freedom can save them.