Текст песни Воислав Царь - Оберег - Тризна - Рось

Ros

Ros' - the words of the ancient house,
Be proud of the sim is born in him.
Washed in the blood from three sides
The house holds the Sword, labor,
His foundation - the darkness of bones,
Lying close to the age of the age,
That bone husbands died here
That all ancestors of the hedgehog - Imyarek.
Ros holds for us and in us.
We are now - the darkness dashing guests.
Befoul your house. In this hour
Called word House "No One."
A draw house - no man Ros!
But the place is empty does not happen,
His other clean up,
On our dead bodies will collapse Ros.
A priberut - will not we,
The owner - rubbish away with the rubbish.
Get over it sentence
Calls Slovenes treacherous guest.
Family lupus his mind.
Not Rode between an interlacing -
That Sora this decision.
So Slovenes Strengthen your house.
We have a lot of red, Bela Ros,
More what, I do not know
I Ros sees Unified wish.
Oh, scientific firm house. Oh, thank Ros!