Текст песни Полынь - Курганы

"He poured mounds into the field,
remembers Mother of Cheese Earth.
He fought when in captivity,
my Russia perished,
for a long time I wandered around the world,
Glory to Russian keeping,
Aria heard the covenants,
drove his horse.

The world remains unchanged, as long as
Triglav protects us,
believe in its power will
in songs to Glory chanting.

As on the banks of fires
Vitsa will flare up fire,
and spread out over the tents
darkness of the Horde steppe,
Thousands of Polovtsian warriors
like a bowstring will break,
speaking to them at a meeting
Rusov rati will gather ... & quot;