Текст песни Восточные Славяне - Восточные Славяне

Eastern Slavs surrounded by dense forests
The vast expanses were inhabited by tribes
Separated bread and salt for centuries before the bonfires
The Slavs do not trample on enemy hordes

Walking in the leg,
Standing arm in arm
Slavs, sounds somehow in a special way
And not according to the old covenant
Peace to the Slavs and to your entire home!
To everything native, that which is holy and untouched
Written in gold, not painted.
Keepers of the traditions of ancestors,
In no way dilapidated, noticeable, not variables
Current in the genes.
Slavs-how much in this word is said
Predicted to stay together
Until the end of the millennia
Slavs-Sun children and children of the wind
Russia Great warmth warmed!

Experienced change, defeat, victory
Joys and misfortunes, miles traveled
Not everything in life is seen, not foreseen,
Slavs! Proud proud of your name!

Eastern Slavs to this day
Written not by line, without commas and periods
In those days they were up to the letter
When the swords of steel were sharpened with stones
On the walls were carved similarities, prototypes
Berdyshes and barmy, iron turned into armor
Feeling for a mile
On the battlefield the taste of victory and success
Not to the fun.
Immediately battle, in the middle of the earth
Thousands of arrows piercing the earth
Maim the roots ................
Complementing the theme, waving the banner of the eastern winds.

Eastern Slavs surrounded by dense forests
The vast expanses were inhabited by tribes
Separated bread and salt for centuries before the bonfires
The Slavs do not trample on enemy hordes

Eastern Slavs under uniform sails
Seals, coats of arms, speeches, at times
Winds of the violent inflate their banner
In the east of Europe, united by tribes
They walk towards the wind, step by step
They cover each other, implement plans
Thoroughly thought out
Not one day earlier
Real, not fantasy, boundless
For the sake of a lot of history
Under the golden domes, churches
Holy temples-crosses, steel swords
However, more than once sounded in the past,
And to this day the flame of rebellion is not quenched.
That's it, Eastern Slavs, remember
Legends, Myths and Legends
From ancient books, drawing on knowledge
Leaving the gleam of eternity
With speeches and speeches and swords

The Eastern Slavs sound proudly, in Russian,
Bold, thin, wide, narrow, but not dull
Not sad, strong, great, beyond
like a muscle
Tribes of fraternal peoples from time immemorial
Family of the kind that shared adversity, years went by
Tayali centuries
And after them, thousands of years passed
We carry our banner, the Eastern Slavs before you
Who is behind us, and without shamel oars?
Harder than steel, do not stand still
Steps not tossing the banner
In the huts, but with chic gifts
Free, with pure hearts.

Eastern Slavs surrounded by dense forests
The vast expanses were inhabited by tribes
Separated bread and salt for centuries before the bonfires
The Slavs do not trample on enemy hordes