Текст песни Бастион - Заветы

In the old smithy, the heavenly edge
Grandchildren, died in an unequal battle,
Blind old man waiting with a gray beard.
Not a word of reproach, but in silence - the pain!
Once your mighty hand
Playfully Hammers blacksmith could
On the enemy Shelom smashing omitted
Or become disobedient to draw the sword in battle.
He gave you the sword of his grandchildren.
"Earth to protect" - with instructions so.
Bran glory in the battle to extract,
The bodies of the enemies of the field carpet!
Grandchildren raise your sword could not -
Their hands are weak and weak spirit.
Betrayed the memory of grandparents times,
Sold conscience, forgetting about the enemies.
For ghostly paradise for good pursued,
We leave the land for himself only tried.
And thousands of times addressed land
In the dust and oblivion -
Russia was dying!

But many times rising from its knees
Breaking the chain links -
Russia rebelled!
Not once, choked with blood enemies,
Funeral speech
About yourself heard!
And many times, looking death in the eye,
Vengeance punishing sword
Russia lifted!