Текст песни Моя дерзкая правда - Памяти Барона Унгера

With the blood flowing down the hills dawn
It does not cease crackling of rifles.
You can beg for the life of the beasts,
Just taking off and spitting on the Cross.
From the land of an arm,
The sight of blood grows cold -
Tries to crawl a victim of the Cheka,
Buried in the ditch.

Chorus
Come - not just for us - revenge!
Come - not just for us - revenge!
Waiting Orthodox mankind
You - Aryan hero !!!

Above Siberia glowing sunset,
Tortured groan is heard.
Foot in the stirrup pushes Soldier
White Army, Black Baron.
The terror drove all the executioners,
Do not avoid them furious whip.
White Horseman, flying at night,
Firmly holding punishing sword.

Chorus
For Russia, for the Tsar - the vengeance of grief!
For Russia, for the Tsar - the vengeance of grief!
Flying on easy revenue
Baron Ungern shelves.

From the history of big names
He alone was mysteriously quiet.
Although blood German Baron,
But in spirit - Rousseau other.
And it is not over the flight:
Death is not the end of the earth.
He now leads invisibly
Over a million hearts.