>>9220here's google-translated lyrics for you chuds:
My native land begins there
Where spaces are lost in the moonlight
Where, with the breath of winter, the forest surrendered to the snow
Frosty dreams will merge with the horizon
They gave me freedom where they whispered their answer to me
Where I can’t find peace
With my hand thrown up, where I greet the dawn
As soon as I see the sun, I fall asleep at dawn
Wolf packs where they prowl among the black forests
Gray skins where they flash in the darkness
Where a hundred hungry fangs will fall to the ground
Where their eerie songs rush to the moon
An anvil in the chest, a hammer - where the heart beats
When I'm alone in the Russian forest
When my Rus' sings its song to me
And I will sing for her in a war song
I breathe with ecstasy in my native land
The sound of spring leaves and the murmur of rivers
Thunderstorm rains, autumn land
Russian pure soul, which is whiter than light!
Songs of birds at dawn, wind of wild lakes
The kingdom of dark forests and bottomless heights
Never forget how the thief stole from us
What they forgot for a century, why they were born
Land, homeland - mother and cherished Rus'
Preserve in its original purity
I swear allegiance to the depth of blue eyes
White skin and fair hair beauty
I see my homeland in the faces of my relatives
In willpower and pure impulses of the soul
In the proud death of all those who did not betray their own
We remember those who continued to fight and live
In the Faith of those who remain in service forever
Who, clenching his teeth, fell into the bloody snow
Who did not flinch in the last - mortal battle
Who fought and became greater than man!
The stronghold of the White Race is seething in our veins!
The kingdom of the Aryans in a spirit that thirsts for war…
My homeland is in the sun, which generously burns!
And in the shine of the stars, where we will remain
Under the water she froze in a half-ghostly dream
In the Ice Tomb, the song of the worlds
Hidden in our blood like wisdom from outside
What will fill our minds with the breath of centuries!
In the crypt of the stars lurked in the shadows of the fathers
That we are being fed more and more anger
And I believe in the fire of funeral pyres
My Motherland will meet its sons
Our homeland will meet its sons
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