Текст песни Северные Врата - Былые Времена

Remember ash mounds
Battle of the hoary past
Ancestors martial hiking
For our native land

There was a time , was the glory
Death carried swords Slaven
And now another truth
And the forgotten wisdom of the ancestors

Remembers Mother Earth
As enemies drip burned
And last summer,
Glory took loud

Oh , get up as high Ros
The essence of life lies in the struggle
If your son is pure soul
As he opened the way Irij

There was a time , was the glory
Death carried swords Slaven
And now another truth
And the forgotten wisdom of the ancestors