Turn subtitles on to read English lyrics. Patriotic music video by Konstantin Kinchev (Alisa).



Sky of the Slavs

There are meteor shower and roar of the summer lightings.
Thunderstorms are saddling up the horses.
But peace of the monasteries quietly flows over the soil.
And above the silver-haired clouds
There is a blue falconry height.
We were born here under the cover of the skies.

The frost is licking deer s footprint,
Pursues its prey the whole day,
But severe cold is held in leash
By the villages smoke.
Blizzard, a daughter of the white-teeth winter,
Has drifted in great piles.
We were raised here
Among the snows.

We are being fretted by the seed of the Horde,
We are being bended by the yoke of the infidels,
But there is a sky of the Slavs boiling in our veins.
And from the shores of Chudskoe Lake
To the ice of Kolyma
This land is all belongs to us!
This is all we are!

They forge the axes beyond the mound
To cut off some hotheads,
But Russian speech clanks by chain armor
To the aliens.
And the white host rises
From the coppice to the stars.
We will die here on the native land.

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