Текст песни Гром - там, где синь небес

Where blue skies but Svarog space,
Where Yarily bright reality,
Horizon does not cover the distance where the eye,
The wisdom of the ancestors There's an old gray-haired.

Where the age-old oaks prop heights
And as the virgin slender birches,
There's native land, where Russ Most Lucent,
For me there is no more beautiful land.

This is my Russia, it's me.
This is our land, the land of ancestors.
This is my Russia, it's me.
This is our land, the land of their ancestors.

Where are watching with hope and purity
Blue eyes Aryan children
And girls with long, blond braid,
Of which no more beautiful on earth.

Where Russian man - a hero and a bulwark
For its generic side -
Sharpening his sword and prepares Aryan hike
On the enemy that we call ****

This is my Russia, I
This is our land, the land of ancestors
This is my Russia, I
This is our land, the land of their ancestors.