Текст песни Вече - Взгляд погребальных костров

Cool a cold look pyres
 And the wind carrying particles killed in battle
 We are again reminded of the ancient covenant fathers
 Wall stood for the Russian land his
 Boiling limit to the patience despicable enemies
 In anticipation of the holiday blessing of eternal freedom
 With swords in their hands, appealing to the Slavic gods
 Closed his eyes, represented the children dance

 Slavic morning disturbing the peace will come
 Mists blessing his sons
 And some of them will never return home
 Bygone forever to funeral lights
 But the death of truth for Roda no oblivion
 Going to death, he creates a new life
 How glorious sun bestows divine light
 And the memory of the descendants of his eternal song sings

 And sonorous echo merger red-hot swords
 Through the years, eras messenger to us restless flies
 Source Gods turned into a bloody creek
 And heavy chains cross our pride shouts