Текст песни Полынь - Курганы

"Mounded the mounds in the field,
remembers the mother of cheese Earth.
Fought when in captivity,
My Russia died,
long I wandered over the world
Glory russian storing
listened to the Aria Covenants,
Pounded his horse.

The world is unchanged, as long as
We triglav protects,
We will believe in its strength
In the songs, the glory is singing.

How on the shores of fires
Wits flames fire
And spreads tentra
Darkness Ordane Steppe,
Phalovsky's soldiers
Like a valor will be afraid
speaking to meet them
Rati Rati gather ... "