Love for the Fatherland empowers The souls and hands of Russian sons; They each desire to spill their blood, They draw their strength from sounds of war.
All hail the Fatherland
How does the mighty lion scare A wolf pack baring poison teeth Showing ferocious, gleaming eyes? His roaring quakes the woods and shore, His tail churns up the dust and sand, Uncoiling mightily, he strikes.