Текст песни Духи Предков - Поход олегов

In the time of ancient gods
Host Russ takes a hike.
Under the banners of their ancestors, the sounds of horns
Down along the Dnieper to the Greeks coming.

Long lost dear brothers,
Their faces were forever extinguished.
War continued to brave the way,
Dead sons giving fire.

Force have learned in this campaign
The battles have romeyskoy bregov.
Believe War - they have no equal,
Know - no worthy enemies.

They sang songs in a long road
Loyalty old ancient gods.
Ardent Perun help on the field
In the battle to show the best fighters.

Rousseau brought down the wrath of the day
Seven Egyptian troubles shoulders Romay: Disease and pestilence, storms, floods and shadow,
Let each be on their faith

Treasury belongs to the timid bold,
Not afraid of the enemy he knew how the war
sword island will be our courage,
And winning is drinking bowl

The shield on the gates of Constantinople, leaving, Host Russ pointing north,
Prophetic Oleg your name glorified
Victory ending the war.