Текст песни Юджи-Эль - Песни Миртаны

Ram anvil, circles dispersed,
Lights bright sun iron in the oven
Today, we gathered on the enemies,
Blacksmith Master, coming off our swords

In the heat of heating, in the wind is hardened,
May they be stronger than the enemy heads!
Today we are not afraid of enemies,
Let each of us be ready for battle

His courage on the enemies we enrue
And let the evil forces of the bastions fall!
Let the Sky of Myrthas warm us the soul,
Let the land of Horinis give strength!

Borrow in the enemy rows of legions,
Let their sword judge, who to die
Only let's hear the enemies of our moans,
Only give a sword ring a song to pass!

And maybe after the fight we will all gather:
Masting the dead, send alive
The fire will be silent, we will come up in the fraternal circle
Ballads to sing on the battles of the past

Let the rope of the Wine Golden -
We will change the strings of swords of our steel
Victory to wave, and remember the past,
Let the ringing song rolong sorrow!