Текст песни Drudkh - Прийде День

W i rumovisch Vaughn svіy naybіlshy belongings - the truth,
Embittered gods not to vіddany Mstu,
Od Svoge vognischa vіdhodyachi, taking five
W i themselves bear krіz cold i slotu.

Behind the whistle, chiїs ohriplі cries,
Stranger's words in the mouth, rozchavlenі insertions,
The I zlovorozhy gnіv - Taqiy, yak tvіy great,
Scho s strіnetsya tvoїm, zchepivshis to kіntsya.

That krіz i dim mist, schoraz pevnіshe, blizhche,
Zrivaєtsya, vstaє - of good bachish minute! -
Pid kataklіzmom dnіv: pid nintendo boyovischem
Vysoke polum'ya єdinoї methylation.

The I expect scary nights deaf udarіv kritsі,
Solid, yak Serdce knock - five їh so Dovgy zhdav! -
Already Prostir peretnut tridzobі bliskavitsі,
The roar of I gnіvny stihіy, i Alcazar glories.

Svyatoslav Gordinsky (Yuriy Burevіy)