Текст песни Сергей Bercut - Воин Степи

I gather a handful of feather hand,
I-part of the hordes and hordes it's me!
Sea eternal boundless steppe,
Spicy breathing bёtsya chest

Well you're one kachuesh, Batyr?
Where are your brothers? - This is a feather,
My children - is pulled from side quiver,
Beloved open arms - a sure lasso,
Walls moi- generic armor!
My heart, bёtsya heart horse!
Strong bird soars in the sky,
It is my choice! - I - Warrior Barrens!

The sun is replaced by a red moon,
Dimensional squeeze cool heat,
At night, I heard singing foxes,
Warms hands in piala mare.

Firmer ground under foot stirrups,
Hot slashing given to us from above !!!
His own glory, I'll get in the way!
It is my choice! - I am a Warrior Barrens !!!