Текст песни Satarial - Потомки Россов

You descendants of Russia,
It's time to throw off the yoke !
I see your eyes a clean ,
Victory Praise the sort !
From the fire we came ,
The fire and the back ,
Sweeping away everything in its path -
Illegal princes ,
Domes outlandish churches.
Rise in whom the pure blood ,
In whom the north wind sings !
I see your eyes a clean ,
Victory Praise the sort !
I am calling for war !
With the blood of glory will cover us.
And even dying it ,
Sons will come to a victory for us!