The falcon was flying over gold fields,
The falcon was flying over marine s***e,
The falcon was flying over dark forests,
The falcon was flying across snowy peaks...
The falcon was flying through the Trojan's path,
The falcon was flying through ancestors' paths,
The falcon was flying over sky glades,
The falcon was flying over earth's oceans.
Having come down under trees' crowns,
Where there is green moss, covered with coniferous,
There the wise bird has heard the song,
And only hero is worthy to listen to this song's sounds.
Over our land, the great country,
The forest tells fairytales to a wanderer,
Here the thickets are known for wild beauty,
And Russian person has no danger to come in these thickets...
This is a song about our fathers' battles,
How ancient Gods were leading them forwards,
How fire's flame raise up to a sky,
And the Slavonic race had been living at a freedom land.
Having risen up, saw war field,
The bloods flows and steel's reflection,
There were enemies' bodies turned black like ravens,
It always was so, when the Russian warriors had been beginning the war.
The falcon was flying over battle's field,
The falcon was flying over the knight's Kremlin,
The falcon was flying competing with a wind,
The falcon was flying over our land.
The falcon was flying over marine s***e,
The falcon was flying over dark forests,
The falcon was flying across snowy peaks...
The falcon was flying through the Trojan's path,
The falcon was flying through ancestors' paths,
The falcon was flying over sky glades,
The falcon was flying over earth's oceans.
Having come down under trees' crowns,
Where there is green moss, covered with coniferous,
There the wise bird has heard the song,
And only hero is worthy to listen to this song's sounds.
Over our land, the great country,
The forest tells fairytales to a wanderer,
Here the thickets are known for wild beauty,
And Russian person has no danger to come in these thickets...
This is a song about our fathers' battles,
How ancient Gods were leading them forwards,
How fire's flame raise up to a sky,
And the Slavonic race had been living at a freedom land.
Having risen up, saw war field,
The bloods flows and steel's reflection,
There were enemies' bodies turned black like ravens,
It always was so, when the Russian warriors had been beginning the war.
The falcon was flying over battle's field,
The falcon was flying over the knight's Kremlin,
The falcon was flying competing with a wind,
The falcon was flying over our land.