Текст песни гр. СТРОГ и Варяг - Я родом человек

I grew up on the ground
Among the steppes
What river flows in me
From whose seas

How many winds swept
My chest
Whose giving fulfilled
On my way

And crying in me steppe kobyz
Poured down the cheeks to the ground mare
And the noise in me leaves birch
Call the sounds of harps light of distant stars

A few days ago you told me
Choose quickly
Acute saber at the dawn
harnessed horses

And go to his brother's brother
And begin to flog
It's nobody's fault
Well, as you save

And crying in me steppe kobyz
Poured down the cheeks to the ground mare
And the noise in me leaves birch
Call the sounds of harps light of distant stars

That mosque, the temple in me
As for God's crypt
And on swift steed
I broke into the steppe

Crescent with the Cross
I urge
And I communicate with the Creator
In a flame of fire

And crying in me steppe kobyz
Poured down the cheeks to the ground mare
And the noise in me leaves birch
Call the sounds of harps light of distant stars

Not my brother Delhi
On the - another
I like the outside of the Vikings
But with steppe soul

Whose section of the fire eye
Whose blood in the veins of rivers
I have a family
I was born a man