Текст песни Огненный Шторм - Слово О Полку Игореве

Fire Storm - & quot; VelikaSila & quot; - 2010 - Lay

Spread the Russian land
Rapid river spill
As sbiralsya Duke squad
Svyatoslav son goes camping

Eclipse lights undeterred
Prince Igor in PLN stirrup vostupiv
In the Polovtsian land advancing
With him he called his brother Vsevlada

A squad of soldiers Kursk ispranye
Wars rodilisya with sharp swords nurtured
All paths led them all the familiar Yaruga
Spears has repeatedly pointed to the fighting refracted

As the misty morning at sunrise
Arrows, swords and spear
Crumpled Polovtsian troops in kuvete
Having mastered all with gold and goodness

awaken the next day
Glancing at the bloody dawns
Russian mill closed their shields praying
In the air, the smell of blood streaked

Prince Igor's army in the battle for the third day
Whistling arrows sharp regiment of blood turned black
The cry of sorrow in Chernihiv Kiev wife heard a woman crying
Tribute take Polovtsi CAA Rusich Heavy attack

Old Falcon Svyatoslav
He utters a heavy sacred word
Separately, we must not
When we need to be united with the new

He remembered a terrible Yaroslav
Where are you great brother Yaroslav
Treadmill where? olbery, drevlyans,
Where Tatran residents oak

And from Prince Igor Polovtsian country home in a hurry
Wolf, squirrel turning wind he flies home
How many horses he drove as he did not sleep nights
And unclean spite of enemies in Kiev, he went home

& Quot; hard, brothers head without shoulders,
Bitter body, since it is headless & quot ;.
Darkness stands over Russian ground:
Kiss her one without Igor.

Thank everyone who has spared no effort.
For Christians shelves nasty beat!
Be sensible, Prince, and the whole squad of health!
Glory to the princes and the glory of the squad!