Текст песни Волчий Острог - Змея Тетивы

1. Dirty blood salt falls on the ragged wounds of the earth.
Tears of heaven, the torrents of poison will be broken by the torrent of stinging.
Rivers boil with black resin, we do not accept alien.
Krivdu to the bottom, faith in the banner, stands White Army.
Who here imagines himself a master?
The gray herd is a pitiful shepherd?
Let him choke with choleric flattery.
His loyal servants.
Our sword is a swastika, the sun.
Free wind path.
Everything that has been called "someone else's" for centuries.
The freeman is chopping off his shoulder.

Ringing the chain mail is northern cold.
The seas are a rocky palm.
Our sacred things are not sacrificed to dogs.
They are awaiting their bloody abuse.

2. Among the oak forests, among the steppes of the vast.
Our word is an unspoken law.
Not find a peace here is a foreigner.
Do not break the Fatherland pokon!
We do not know the shame of defeat.
Do not fall asleep under the cover of the earth.
The one that from time immemorial nourished.
We will replenish the glory of the ranks.

Ringing the chain mail is northern cold.
The seas are a rocky palm.
Our sacred things are not sacrificed to dogs.
They are awaiting their bloody abuse.
We will not abandon our frontiers.
The chosen path is the gift of fate.
Yaro upraises the campfires.
In the sky, the serpent is a string.