Текст песни Holdaar - ... где не место рабу

Watch the rapusts strictly from the sky in our crowd. Choosing God, chooses fate. We are a bit left. Memory of faith keeping, choose yourself God, that the blood of the relatives. Before whom it is not to stay alone in poverty, and with the enemy does not be bridged in the Black Arab Horde. Before whom it is not to blame, the altar is not crawled, and in prison will not languish - to be in the will in honor. The roof of our temple is the sun rays, the walls of our temple are our swords, the songs of the secret forces and the curtain of the dawn, our ancestors of the grave - in the steppe Altari. It lasts a kind of road, where there is no place to slave, choosing God, chooses fate.