Текст песни Алиса - Здесь, в окаеме снегов выросли мы.

Starfall roads by lightning
Thunderstorms saddle horses,
But over the ground silently pours peace monasteries.
And on top of gray clouds
Xin, falconry heights
Here, under the cover of Heaven we were born.
Next deer licking frost
Chases prey all day,
But the cold weather keeps in check the smoke villages
Piled drifts blizzard
Daughter toothy winter
Here in okaeme snow we grew up.

Chorus:
We sharpens seed hordes
We yoke of oppression of infidels,
But in our veins is boiling sky of Slavs
And on the shores of Lake Peipsi
Before the ice of the Kolyma
All of this is our land, it's all we do.

And over the hill forge axes,
Violent head whip.
But foreigners chainmail rings Russian speech.
And the stars from coppice
Stands the white army.
Here, in his native place, we die.

Chorus.