Sundisk is upon the earth,
The fields are shining like a gold,
Air is filled by Natural Spirit,
Of free and proud people.

Birds are bringing the messages
About the treasures of Russia.
Enemy nationals wants a new
Total war to conquer it all.

Yesterday he were working in peaceful North,
Today he is enraged and full of hate.
And now axe and sword in his hands
Instead of farmer's scythe.

And the hands of brutal enemies are falling down,
The golden fields are drowned in blood.
Enemies will not slay a Russian warrior,
They will not conquer our Land.

Tatars are retreating with the faces of defeated,
Napoleon's soldiers are freezing in snow.
Wermacht warrior will know the power of our arms,
Chechen bastards have no place to hide.

We will show no mercy to all who will pretend
For conquer proud and free Russian people.
Our Land is guarded by the wall of undefeatable Warriors
Who will fight for glory of Motherland and fore their own home.