Текст песни TEAR THE THROAT - Павешаным 1863

When going to the boarding ,
And it fills the flame space
To the top of the mast - the crew
Nails nails flag.

It has long been given up - even steel -
Only now - we will die
Under the flag that waves in the depths
It disappears with the ship.

The blood of our land white,
There comes a time of mortal dreams
And our will ship -
Invictus - is sinking .

And today, in the continuation of our eternal ,
In the sky at dawn the day
Raise us as freedom flag
And whom God can not be removed .

                     VS Karatkevich