Текст песни Бергтора - Тропы Севера

Do not go,
I am your feet
Ukroyu sky.
Do not go,
Early, oh early
On the rest us!
Not Svarog meadow grass you need me,
And the green of our oak.
And not Iria honey, and one that
In the upper room of my
On the table waiting for you !!

There was a time, we
Shields were.
But this time,
Led away into captivity us!
Trails North
Led us to war.
Do not speed up the running,
After the wounds have not healed !!

Stop to drink water ..
Half an hour of captivity left us ..
The fate did not go away,
And whether it is necessary
Choose the way ???

Merciless heat and bright light ...
Where is the way home, where there is no visible trace?
We century age of leaving home.
And none of us are going to die a slave !!!