Текст песни Николай Емелин - Когда на бой с Кличко выходил Поветкин...

How long have I not been here - you drop on the grass,
I will look into the clear sky - and understand that I live .
Sky bell clap - and pour pouring .
I run to my childhood , summer rain - for me ...

We live on his father's land,
Grandchildren Svarog - nice children!
And flying on a winged horse
Russia in the distant millennium .

This field is plowed peasant children ,
Earth then interfere with the war before the war.
Warrior There were many sons fell out .
Land blood prevented ,
To live freely to us.

We live on his father's land,
Grandchildren Svarog - nice children!
And flying on a winged horse
Russia in the distant millennium .

We live on his father's land,
Our children - Slavic children .
And flying on a winged horse
Russia in the distant millennium .

How long have I not been here - you drop on the grass,
I will look into the clear sky - and understand that I live .
Sky bell burst ... !

We live on his father's land,
Grandchildren Svarog - nice children!
And flying on a winged horse
Russia in the distant millennium .