Текст песни Бирючий кут - Орда

Again, back to the steppe spacious womb
The native land of mounds and winds,
Universal noise born nomads
And the flame outstretched smoky fires.
Link, just like before, over the Manych sedge,
At the steppes Chopra whistles gray feather,
And it raises the thick and highly
Hot wind over the horde of dust.
Wanders new, stubborn, blind,
Shibayas Stepovoy bone on the chest ...
But hunger in the wake of Timur and Mamaia
She feels exactly the old ways.
And decrepit world, nestled at the source
Barren years, the last terrible times
See you in the gates of the future East
Hungry shine slanting and greedy eyes ...

Nikolai Turoverov.