Motherland is full of sorrow The Ground and forests blaze at dusk. And black crows take away the souls of warriors To the heaven forever.
In the last holy battle The knight bravely fought He gave his life for his Land And soon that grave became bed of honor
And the night has fell to the ground Filled with pain and mud Where the wounded groan, love dies There fates are marked with blood.
But woman’s hands saved his life from oblivion and death Thus the light of her love he did not forget. Her soul and heart helped to survive in spite of Mara’s breath Soon he recovered and returned all his strength.
Russ was scorched by the war and lost her sons, so daughters were called to the deadly battle His savior took up arms and went to fight; she stood to death with old warriors in her saddle. All this time he was looking for her, and once he saw a foe aim his spear at his love Beat and pain, and he just managed to catch the deadly wounded girl, covered with a divine crown.
And the knight smiled at the Sun, touching the ground with his soul And after that he took a knife and pierced it in his heart. They went to their ancestors to return again and to stand up For great Russ, for Motherland, which will never come apart.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
