Текст песни РарогЪ - Во браном хмелю

Under the arrows like hail
Defenders stand proudly
In the sun, their shields are burning
How Semarglovo flame

Horses whipped. Next!
To us the enemy will never pass
And the heart sings all louder
From Bran Hop

And axes and swords came together
Yes, in the glorious Sich
Hands all yes in enemy blood
Let her wash her

Will not help the horrors
Neither armor nor God
Cut from shoulder to foot
With a strong hand

The army of our enemy
Do not go through the gate
Sit at home better
Yes look in the window

Ohis you ohisya
Don't worry
We ourselves will come to visit
Oh yes in the throat knife stick a!