Текст песни Гакхан - По полю кони грохотали...

The field of horses thundering ,
Teutons were in a bloody battle .
And the young Saracen
They carried with a broken head .

The turban hit the ax ,
Soldiers Christ come into a rage .
Khalifa , has fallen from the sledge ,
Decorate mourning scenery.

Audible sobs from the harem ,
Khalifa devils dragged to hell.
We cleanse the Holy Land ,
And the Pope will be happy .

The good news for the world races ,
We defeated the Muslims ,
Fill the holy water of the mosque ,
Scatter to the winds the Koran.

And if one of us dies ,
And I remember him in your prayers .
Kohl warrior fallen in battle for the faith ,
The soul goes straight to heaven .