Текст песни Боянов Гимн - Расплата

He is running on the grass , not sparing the legs ,
Wind became wild . Taking a sip ,
Closing his eyes , moving away from the alarms.
Reason disable , plunging into the cradle ,
The road turned into an endless goal
Life saving , closing the door ...

In prolese dark , pitch dark though ,
The arrows in the quiver , sheathed swords ,
Where are you? Where are you?
On the trail goes our party animal ,
For wives killed you retribution waiting
For children, for our family !