Текст песни Umbra Tortoris - Русичи

Drink, wind, song my
On military valve in mortal battle.
You turn into the native edges,
The word is my shower on the field.

From the shuffle, the enemy Forevo,
Grandchildren of the dazhi brague nurser.
But in the fee for courage to myself took
Vityaze of glorious raw land.

Wind, as long as it does not dawn,
Soul to yourself you take under the wing.
Take a look at the time let me pray,
Sokol from the sky to my bride.

Oh, do not cry my father and mother -
With a faithful friend, go to appeal.
For the feats of rational Slavs Draw
Our kind of heavenly for us will open open.

Oh, do not cry my father and mother -
On the fire bridge, I will come out to meet you.
Together in the radiance of the evil Iria
We will dissolve how our entire people.

Drink, wind, song my
On military valve in mortal battle.
You turn into the native edges,
The word is my shower on the field.