Земля предков

Cold wind blow in the face
Gait burns sparkling snow,
Slavic war , you do not care
In the decisive battle you will succeed ,

Fires fires call you to fight ,
Calling to revolt against the slave of fate
The severity of the shackles of pain in my heart hurts
Dreams of our ancestors , we will realize in life

Again from the dust and ash , the land of our ancestors,
For the sake of blood and soil , reborn victory!
From the dust and ash , the land of our ancestors,
For the sake of blood and soil , reborn victory!

Black mist flashed horizon
Land engorged with blood enemies ,
Battle field harbor body
Jackals tearing flesh still fresh .