Текст песни Медведь - Славянский воин

Glorious warrior fought with the enemy
Yes, on the east side ,
In Russia he has long reigned ,
Rules with a light hand .

Fought nice , frisky spears
Yes sharpened swords,
Obogryanilsya it with blood ,
But the pain does not cry .

Beysya warrior of faith, truth and hand ,
Obrechёm vrazhin , call goy ,
Developed mane rain veil
With us Yarylo brother , will, and friends.

Soon Mora clap heat,
Gloomy winter
Creek moon climbed howling ,
Intermarry with the soul .

Whirlwind throw in the sea breeze ,
Will call us in the way ,
We go , but with us grief,
Duke did not return .