Текст песни Ронья - Атаринкэ

They will write about us,
How we let the horses gallop.
No one hears
Silent, throat tearing cry.
Cry, Atarinke,
Nobody sees, I don't count.
The paths are dark
If you stumble, this is my shoulder.

What is the iron ringing?
Their justice is not for us.
Don't feel sorry for the forest
So that it does not go out with the wind
That strange flame
Which is bursting out of the chest ...
Hey my brother is hurt
Just try to come!

Both honor and memory
They fly like mud from under the hooves.
It's so sweet to fall
When the flight is closed to you.
Dawn crept
How inevitable trouble.
Your son stayed.
Mine will never be born.