Текст песни Гром - там, где синь небес

Where blue skies yes Svarog space,
Where Yarily bright reality,
Horizon where the distance does not cover the eyes,
Wisdom of the ancestors There's an old gray-haired.

Where centuries-old oaks prop heights
And as a virgin slim birches,
There's native land, there Rus Most Lucent,
For me there is a beautiful land.

This is my Russia, it's me.
This is our land, the land of ancestors.
This is my Russia, it's me.
This is our land, the land of their ancestors.

Where are watching with hope and purity
Blue eyes Aryan children
And girls with long, blond braid,
Of which no more beautiful on earth.

Where Russian man - hero and a bulwark
For its generic side -
Sharpening his sword and prepares Aryan hike
The enemy that we call ****

This is my Russia, I
This is our land, the land of ancestors
This is my Russia, I
This is our land, the land of their ancestors.