Текст песни Ратибор - Богатыри

Gusley ringing flows, spills,
Boyan himself looks in the distance unseeingly,
Images of heroes are born
Giving glory and honor to the Gods.
Great power splashes in them,
The back is bulging with steel muscles,
From the ropes of their forearms,
And the oblique fathom in the shoulders is visible.

Heroes of our Russian land,
Grandchildren of the Gods, our glorious Gods.
They see life without a fight as dull
And happiness is in battles that stir up the blood.

You can't hide the prowess of a young man,
And having drunk slightly intoxicated honey,
Have a walk - have fun,
The mace is thrown into the clouds.
And the horseshoes are bent happily,
The chains are torn in one jerk
And the bear is fought playfully
A bull can be knocked down with a fist.

Heroes of our Russian land,
Grandchildren of the Gods, our glorious Gods.
They see life without a fight as dull
And happiness is in the battles that stir up the blood.

And when the homeland is the enemy
They fly away like a black thief.
Your strength in feats of arms
The Perunov warriors will clothe them.
They will be covered with glory proudly,
Even standing on the path to Troyanov,
They will live in epics-legends,
Come to life under the Boyanov's harp.

Heroes of our Russian land,
Grandchildren of the Gods, our glorious Gods.
They see life without a fight as dull
And happiness is in the battles that stir up the blood.