Текст песни Руслан Ермаков - Воины русской земли

Words and music - Ruslan Ermakov

You step on the road,
By measuring the fate of trails
And your steps from the deaf
Under my feet the dust of ages.

And in the grass past sadness,
What hid the coming century,
The memory of those who fought
On this wounded land.

Apostates tormented the Great Rus
The torture death of a cold moon.
It fulfilled his prophecy in stone
It was carved, "Wait for me in my home."

Brave soldier did not give up,
Until last forces fought.
To protect your sweet home,
 Not the price stood it.

And prayer calls
Persistently went forward.
He firmly believed God would help.
Our Motherland will save up.

Apostates tormented the Great Rus
The torture death of a cold moon.
It fulfilled his prophecy in stone
It was carved, "Wait for me in my home."

The Heavens are rejoicing the victory of honesty
Russian soldiers that were in heavy combat.
Present before God in the light of pure faith
Host of angels - the native land defenders.