"Invaders came to our Land She felt the steps of hordes Of vulture-knights, so insolent, Who dared to claim the Holy War!"
The 5th of April 1242 On ice of Peipus-Lake Our brave ancestors fought for freedom Of Holy Motherland The arrows reached the heaven dome Slitting through the atmosphere Warriors went to meet their posthumous home Surmounting cold and fear
CHORUS Brethren! Raise your swords and bows for beloved Russian land! Guarding our Faith and kin from cruel Livonian raid! Forward to meet the victory or meet eternal life! Let’s bury our enemies in water under ice!
They raped our women, slew our kin, But we have vowed "We shalt win!"
Freezing steel heats our souls Iron armor crumbles ice Our hearts pump till the last tolls Set hopes upon our God! Alexander, young valiant Prince! We raise our swords for right and brave deeds! Like brimmers of wine on the feast In Honor of Victory!
The Pope had sent Livonian knights to baptize Rus in blood… Heretics tried to vanquish us – we let them taste our wrath!
«Кто к нам придёт с мечом и войной, Тот от меча и погибнет!»
Children of the mighty nation Never conquered, never falchioned For the sake of beloved ones We shall gloriously lance! Children of the noble nation Never conquered, never falchioned For the sake of Native Land We shall fight to the bitter end!
We revere the great feat on Peipus-lake Through centuries of mire and fakes Eternal glory to forefathers, who kept the blood for us And we promise that we shall stand for our Land - Our Greatest Ros!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
