Текст песни ILLARIA - Дети Славянской Земли

Cradle swing quiet slumber moth
Gentle hand touched his forehead ,
Tired all the sun goes down below
Hidden behind the Ros River.
And the moon in the sky goes too high
He now and golden-haired young alike
And it dawns cold and distant ,
But something like us .

Oh Lely go to sleep , and I'll sing you softly winds
About fiercest frosts on the icy winters ,
That sleep in human hearts.
There cunning snake , there prophetic birds
There are people without songs and eyes.
They hide under the hollow soul and face,
But something like us .

And you know my Lada , has people around the corner
No tears, no gods , no love,
They inanimate earth underfoot
A hand and thought in the blood.
We barbarians swords of Damascus and speech ,
You 'll fight with them more than once.
They are so cruel and incomprehensible ,
But something similar to us

And most of all you know , my falcon,
About the lives of great people.
About the will of an unwitting on the proportion of hard
About prowess famous men .
There wonderful diva yes generous fields
Love and beauty cherished ,
To be born again are good and happy
All children Slavic lands .