Starfall and rumble of the lightnings Thunderstorms are seddling in up But over the earth quietly flows the quiet Of the monasteries. And on top of gray clouds Blue falcon up. Here the sheltering sky We were born.
Deer lickin’ frost Drives prey all day But the cold holds in check The village's smoke. Piled up snow blizzard The white-toothed daughter of wintertime. Here in the snow skyline We grew up.
Us sharpens the seed of the Horde Us the oppression of the yoke of the aliens But in our veins boiling Sky of the slavs . And from the shores Chudskoe lake To the ice of Kolyma . All this is our land ! All this is-we!
Over the hill forge axes Violent head whip But foreigners chainmail rings Russian speech. And from copse to stars Towering Army White. Here on the native side We’re to die