Текст песни Волколак - Вороны и вороги

Oh, carousing winds over the mountain,
Oh, I bumped dark cloud:
That is not a cloud, and a bunch of crows -
Crows flew from all sides.

And circling over the world flock darker
And shout to the four winds,
What a beautiful land under their wing,
Loud praise this land crows.

But do not know the dark little head,
What the land vorog admires
And there is heavy shelves:
It is going to ruin the land.

Rhode great rise against those regiments
Head witch again wallow,
As with the chain let down a flock of evil wolves
Our war in this sechu rush.

We do not blame the crows,
What are they its cry in all the edges.
For a victory drink home brew to remove,
Glorious Trizno fallen earth sing.

Oh, carousing winds over the mountain,
Oh, I bumped dark cloud:
Crows circled above the ground,
Russian Earth gate of praise.