На крыльях пожарищ песнью героев -
Расы единой расколотый образ
Сталью пылающей в отблесках солнца,
Там, где мечты с реальностью спорят.
Сверкающим вихрем Бесстрашный Орёл
В потоках свинцовых дождей
И в воплях войны рассвета костёр
Крови Арийской алей
Над страхом и болью - награда героев
Доблестью павших - Сварги чертоги
В рокоте битв победителя долей,
Где крови уста с реальностью спорят.
Студёного ветра горький глоток
В леденящем полёте испей,
Истерзанных крыльев последний полёт -
Вдребезги небо разбей!
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On the wings of fires song heroes
Race a single split image
Steel glowing in the light of the sun,
Where dreams with reality argue.
The sparkling of a whirlwind Fearless eagle
In the flow of lead-acid rain
And the cries of war, the dawn of a fire
Blood Aryan Alaei
Over the fear and the pain is the reward of heroes
Prowess of the fallen - swarga or palaces
In the roar of the battles of the winner of the shares,
Where the blood of the mouth with the reality of arguing.
Cold wind bitter drink
In that terrifying flight drink,
Torn wings of the last flight -
Shattered sky break!
On the wings of fires with the song of heroes -
Races as one shattered image
Flaming steel in the sun
Where dreams and reality argue.
Fearless Eagle with a blazing whirlwind
In streams of leaden rains
And in the screams of war dawn a bonfire
Blood of the Aryan alley
Over fear and pain - the reward of heroes
By the valor of the fallen - Svargi palaces
In the roar of battles of the winner of shares,
Where the lips of blood argue with reality.
Bitter sip of icy wind
Drink in a chilling flight
The last flight of torn wings -
Break the sky to smithereens!
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On the wings of fires song heroes
Race a single split image
Steel glowing in the light of the sun,
Where dreams with reality argue.
The sparkling of a whirlwind Fearless eagle
In the flow of lead-acid rain
And the cries of war, the dawn of a fire
Blood aryan alaei
Over the fear and the pain is the reward of heroes
Prowess of the fallen - swarga or palaces
In the roar of the battles of the winner of the shares,
Where the blood of the mouth with the reality of arguing.
Cold wind bitter drink
In that terrifying flight drink,
Torn wings of the last flight -
Shattered sky break!
