Текст песни Гардарика - Шотландия

Where in spring under the wind heather goes,
Where in the meadows tallowing pouring.
From the mountains rises to the crimson
Lonely flame sun.
From the mountains rises to the crimson
Lonely flame sun.

How many millstones grinding
Juices and pain grains
But like a throat blood,
Rises from the ash again
Mixed Will on Stones

No over the world of the world as before
But through the clannogy swords and blood pressure
We are Volyn howl over Scotland native
Returns about trembling hope

How spring ice break water,
Purchase kids Gorprongo people
And on top of the head, the thistle will bloom
On banners of truth and freedom

Where in spring under the wind heather goes,
Where in the meadows tallowing pouring.
From the mountains rises to the crimson
Lonely flame sun.
From the mountains rises to the crimson
Lonely flame sun.