Slavonic lands are covered
With the black clouds and gray insect plague
Our land is conquered by a terrifying army
Looking like monster with tentacles.
Why do you so disappointed?
Why do you sad like if you were defeated?
Why your mighty hands are lowered?
Stand from your knees in the flame.
In the flame of glorious rage!
Stand with your brothers,
Forget about novadays' holiness
And let the "guests" remember that that is your land!
Breath with full breast,
Smash the black enemies,
Smash the overseas scum
With the hammer of rage.
Sky above you will be clear,
Your beloved woman will happily look
To your child,
Feel the freedom, my native Russland!