The white sails are above the horizon
The strange sails from other lands
Hurried up by cold winds
The vessels are rushing to our shores
There are crosses on the sails and banners
And masts reaching up to the heavens
The launches touched the smoothness of the salty waters
Little did we know of the impending doom
The strange sails from other lands
Hurried up by cold winds
The vessels are rushing to our shores
There are crosses on the sails and banners
And masts reaching up to the heavens
The launches touched the smoothness of the salty waters
Little did we know of the impending doom
We did not know that Death would spread its wings
Having stepped on the land of our fathers and grandfathers
And even Gods will be powerless this time
Facing the steel and fire of invaders
Blood will flow like boundless river
Endless will be mothers' sorrow
The clouds will close the land forever
The land most dear to us
The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings
The grief is tearing souls to pieces
The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan
The helpless moan of our Motherland
Under the attack of the welded in steel
The strangers bringing destruction
The land of fathers is shaking and no use
To entreat the Gods for help
The land is forever stigmatized with the cross
Êðåñòîì Çåìëÿ íàâåêè çàêëåéìëåíà
Èñòåðçàíà ìåòàëëîì è îãíåì
Íàä íåé ÷óæèå ïîäíÿòû çíàìåíà
×óæîé ïîðÿäîê, âåðà è çàêîí
Òâåðäèëè ëþäÿì ìóäðåöû: "Íå âåðüòå,
Âû ýòèì áåëîñíåæíûì ïàðóñàì
Âåäü áåëûé öâåò âñåãäà áûë öâåòîì Ñìåðòè
À ãäå îíà, òàì íåòó ìåñòà íàì".
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