РарогЪ - Во браном хмелю
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Under the arrows, like a hail
Defenders are proudly standing
Their shields burn in the sun
Like Semarglovo Flame

The horses were whipped. Ahead!
The enemy will never pass to us
And the heart sings louder
From the swearing hop

And axes came together and swords
Yes in a glorious Sich
Hands all yes in enemy blood
Let her shake it

Vorogam will not help
No armor, no God
Climb from the shoulders and to the legs
Strong hand

The army of our enemy
Do not go to the gate
Sit at home better
Yes, look at the window

Oh, you
Do not worry
We will come to visit ourselves
Oh yes in the throat we put a knife!