Текст песни Атаманский дворец - Бейся

All roads on the Don are marked with crosses,
With us, seraphim
Colonnade of candles under the images.
All fighters as the leader, the most aggressive flock
Sharp fangs tear apart the sub-camp
I do not see the point in a dream,
if my angel does not sleep,
If the heavenly fathers unfurled banners, the naga
soul before you, Lord Most High
I stand alone in the ring and hear your songs.
Breathes my breast in spring, Earth Native
that she sculpted Cossacks out of wind, flame and stone.
Drink me with a river, feed from the palm of your hand
Lonely sons, doomed to the feat.
Peresvet with Chelubey, well, we have
Equal conditions for two soldiers of one duel
Crows flew over our Cossack prairies
Hunters for the God's Gate are gathering

Chorus:
Fall, while your heart beats.
While in the blood adrenaline swings holy songs
Baysya, it will be hard, but laugh at the tin
Strong way to climb and any stairs - 2p.

Remember only what is Batya - Don,
Where the Lord forged the soldiers on God's forges,
Where from the underworld veins, fell in a bow
Before our hastily knocked down, holy cross
I was looking for my fate, in the hamlets of podnya,
My lines were interlaced with snakes in a ball of the palm
And on the battlefield brother, the most important warrior
The one who did not lower his hands when he was in front of a hundred
You can not measure glory with the score, in the Shvetsarski Banks
Glory, this is God's light, in hopeless struggles
And without these fights, the attack, my brother,
Impossible Ishmael under your heels
I opened my eyes and saw you,
A spiritualized world on the ruins of the empire
When the last warrior dies, the steppes become empty
Babylon will fall at his feet and the wind will take him away.