Текст песни Соколиная Охота - То на утро будет сеча

THAT WILL BE NOW IN THE MORNING

The steppe steals the unwary
guards and carries away into the night,
The saber stagnated in its scabbard
the steppe of bloody harvest asks,
Nowhere for mortals to go
all the icons have darkened,
The third night is carried by the wind
the smell of burning, screams, moans,
Death! Behind strong walls
prayer is heard until morning,
And in the steppe the flames are raging,
and in the steppe the battle rumbles ...
Eight hundred went out into the field,
how many of them will return?
The night is almost over
will the sun rise again?
Will we see in the light
what we hear in the crackle spears,
That we wind through tears
shouted from the copse?
And whom sorrow will touch
and who should grieve for brother -
This night remains
just wait for us
We just have to wait!

Then in the morning there will be a slaughter,
flooding the steppe with the sun,
The day will rise, and, in the darkness,
the nomad-wind will sing,
The armor will go down in flames,
and in tattered armor
Death will overtake the possessed!
We just have to wait ...
We just have to wait ...
It remains only, only to wait ...