Текст песни Branikald - Борьба Это Жизнь

Spirit does not sleep, the soul does not languish
Rest is death, struggle is life
Stinging fresh wind
Through the calm of death

No perfection
Under the onslaught of good cheer
Where he fell top,
There's bottom and support
For the new Tops
Climbing Spirit!

No victory without sacrifice
No Glee without sorrow
Prayers for the poor
Miracles for insignificant

What a servant, is that God,
So who ruled his flock
sheep, slaves, servants
and heralds them !?

The gods are not perfect Aryans
They Fighters! They Ancestors,
Symbols of Battles, crafts, knowledge,
customs
And our task is to multiply their glory! -
To develop and thus continue
We have their way through us,
Explore the area of ​​the World
Riding their element,
Step outside
Through the Fire and Disaster Tragedy -
In the new era!