Текст песни TEAR THE THROAT - Павешаным 1863

When going on board the ship,
And it fills the flame space
Before the top of the mast - crew
Nails nails flag.

It has long been given up - even steel -
Only now - we will die
Under the flag that waves in the depths
It disappears with the ship.

In our region the blood white,
There comes a time of mortal dreams ,
And our will ship -
Invictus - goes to the bottom.

And today, in our eternal continuation
In the sky at dawn of the day
Raise us, as the flag of freedom ,
And whom God can not be removed .

                     VS Karatkevich