Текст песни Черемша - Черные цари

We will wash his hands clean water
Swept over the pale slabs
Above the rest humble retinue
For a piece of the lost homeland

Sly devil in life led by
Black mud clogged by soul
We returned expensive forgot
In those places where long buried

Black kings, kings Black
Again full of eyes
Bitterness dumb
Black kings, kings Black
Go back again
Go home again
Black kings

For native - dilapidated past,
For friends - obsession sleepy
We were not expecting and the ground beneath slabs
Carried out in the world of spirits unknown

We were not rank beg
Since we were the golden crown
Black mud clogged by soul
White ashes and bitter troubles

Black kings, kings Black
Again full of eyes
Bitterness dumb
Black kings, kings Black
Go back again
Go home again
Black kings

Black kings, kings Black
Again full of eyes
Bitterness dumb
Black kings, kings Black
Go back again
Go home again
Black kings ...