Lyrics Ария - Три белых орла

In the land of the ancient ancestors, I grew up a stranger
And not honored nor saints nor devils
I have been going against the wind , I walked ahead
In the world of unearthly and freemen
But I was never a slave of illusions

Here, pray to God and Satan
Difficult to live without a host
And each has built himself to prison
Believing in the righteousness of the royal lie
But I was never a slave of illusions

Here , at the top
Next to me
In the sky, circling three white eagle
Pride of their name
Spirit and Peace
And after them, neither Evil nor Good

Stay on top
Next to me
Where three white eagle circling
Pride - their name
Spirit and Peace
And behind them only the heights
Only cold heights
Neither Good nor Evil

I cursed , laughed in the face
And the old woman spit in my trail
Friends were awarded a crown of thorns
And prophesied a lot of trouble
But I was never a slave of illusions

But even in the hour of death I will not other
And no one will put me cross
I will be free, but the three strangers
For empty and cold skies
I will not ever slave illusions