Текст песни Gjallarhorn - Де вітер шепоче полям свої пісні

A breath of wind chime is heard weapons
Although already covered the battlefield haze
Stribog grandchildren absorbed taste blood
A blood covered the field as wood ash
In the grass invested Warriors sleep
Covered with smoke of burning arrows
Even their wives are not raised,
Do not sit with them at the prince's table
All this I see from his throne,
And singing victory songs and death
I hear, and did not call Voivodeship to the table,
Tree roots for - the throne of me.
I will lift up a glass and fill it up -
So thanks be to the gods for support in battle
It is a pity only that the drink will end soon -
With hearts fill his bowl
I opened the eyes and saw a girl
On the white horse, shield and spear in hand
Appealed to me: & quot; Come, young man,
You have to zhdut SVAROGOVO meadows & quot;