Текст песни Смута - Вслед за Солнца кругом яро

Following the sun circle, with a cry in heaven,
Following the bird's packs, I am granted.
Pride for depression in my thoughts
Rushed to swell, breaking the sky.
Distance in the edge of the forest - great space,
Past of glands of water and green meadows
Tedied on the wings of the wind above the Black Mountains
Together with a bird with a free sun ill.
From steppes wide to dumb snow!
There is not enough gaze to argue spaces.
From the seas of cold and to gray forests
Great land, my people.

You in the sky Gori - the Great Sun.
We are your sons.
Willion of Slavic gods, fire in the sky
The flame in the heart lives.

Following the circle of fiery for crude land
Bare legs slowly walk.
And traces of my thoughts on earth
Time river erases me.
Since the days of the epic voice of the forefather
In the whisper of foliage already barely heard
Ripped songs wind is truth
From the depths of the centuries, he is the mouth of the forest.
Stones of gray walls of dusty cities
Reliably covered for themselves from the truth.
I cavoge into the shackles, bodied the eyes,
By hiding from thoughts behind the veil deception.