Текст песни И.Сутормин и С.Бенюков - Сестра богинь Свобода

Liberty!
Hearts of your sons.
Sister goddesses freedom
Railing anger people!

Sharp sword to myself a bunch
From steel, from the shackles.
The slave is ready to go on battle;
Slaves go to the mortal battle!
The spirit of freedom called them
The best world painted;
And the cowardly very gall
There is a brave in the heat of struggle!

Chorus:
He was born free
Under parental blood
But in iron chains
Was the enemies shaped!
Not for cute, distant
For deceic shelter.
Pour in the battle of cruel
Gladiator Blood!

Heart of every fighter
You, freedom of protecting,
Where the slave suffers, wall
Loggy sacred you fire!
So that the cruel teran
Would not be ours, neither drunk
So that in the title would be engaged
You, freedom, burn fire!

Chorus:
Sister goddesses, freedom,
For you we go
With song friendly and cruel
Boldly throw into battle.
Not for cute, far away
For deceic blood
Pour in the battle of cruel
Gladiator Blood!