Cry for green grass in your native fields Try to understand in what way do you feel Wind from the graves reminds you the heroes And shadow of your face rises behind your fears
The strength was given to you to save your native land With Christian slavery fight for truth, fight until the end You are a Russian bogatyr, you’re praying for Slavic Gods With power and wisdom you will revenge, for Slavs you will spill bloods
Blood is my tears and my sorrows I love our Mother Crude Earth My soul will fly above my Russia and my Life will end here
Sorrow is forever in my land Opening my soul I can’t pretend
Feeling grief in heart I cant believe that faith is dead I want to go to forest and end my life with a sacrificial suicide Suicide for me, suicide for you, suicide for times when eyes were blue Suicide for times when hair was fair, I stick knife in my stomach and I blare…
So lying there, in forest, dying at midnight Blood and tears are falling on the white snow Not pitying for what have done, I know I am right Mother Earth will take me down, in fur-tree I will grow