Текст песни Branikald - Борьба Это Жизнь

Spirit does not sleep, the soul does not languish
Rest is death, life is a struggle
Stinging fresh wind
Through the calm of death

No perfection,
Under the onslaught of good cheer
Where he fell top,
There's bottom and support
For the new vertices
Climbing Spirit!

No Victory without casualties
No Glee without sorrow
Prayer for the Poor
Miracles for insignificant

What a servant, is that God,
So who ruled his flock
sheep, slaves, servants
and heralds them !?

Aryan gods are not perfect
They are fighters! They Ancestors,
Symbols of Battles, crafts, knowledge,
customs
And our task is to multiply their glory! -
To develop and thus continue
They Way We through us,
Explore the area of ​​the World
Riding their elements,
Step outside
Through the Fire and Disaster Tragedy -
In the new era!