Текст песни Молот - Я смотрю на свой край

Again in my heart I settled sadness
On Wings of Song carries let my crows in the distance
of their native land, that the soul of all love
let them hear my cheerless song
I look at my region, to poor people
that the ancestors of the land like a slave lives
where the former proud spirit, where is the loyalty and honor?
only cowardice, treachery, baseness and flattery.
could not believe how sweet tale of liars,
those who trample upon the wisdom of our fathers came
how could we allow something without war
dying out, giving them expanses of the country?
what happened to the young, that have cursed race
to the degradation of the enemy leads to chaos
what happened to our Immaculate Virgins
Really pleasing strangers - their fate?
so given all power over ourselves
those who lead us like cattle for slaughter
It is destined for centuries to disappear us
and under the yoke as servants gorbet
but I believe: hear, will understand my song
young and old will be in a strong united ranks
Hurricane anger will carry over the country
it will disappear forever in the order of the oppressors
dispel the darkness of the fire burning hearts
hated the world come to an end
I look at their land and see the sunrise
a new era for many thousands of years