Смутное время [Smutnoe Vremya] [English translation]

Time of Troubles:

A ghost of freedom on horseback,

Blood runs knee deep,

As if in some wild dream,

People are having fun - beating the old gods,

People are praying - waiting for righteous words.

А comet in the sky -

The sure sign of close misfortunes,

Warriors of Light

Burn their fallen at the stake,

Warriors of Darkness surround the world,

Thousands of birds will fall down like rain.

We don't know who we are -

The children of the red star,

The children of black star,

Or the children of new graves ...

The dance of death is both simple and horrifying,

But until the time comes,

For the sins of all our lives

Time of Troubles punishes us!

We are still alive!

Someone will be saved, someone - will not.

The lights in our fortress were turned out

By the wild rush.

A torn flag - the sign of surrender to enemies,

But you will not take us - don't lie - we are alive for now!

Time of Troubles:

A ghost of freedom on horseback,

Blood runs knee deep,

As if in some wild dream,

People are having fun - beating the old gods,

People are praying - waiting for righteous words.

We don't know who we are -

The children of the red star,

The children of black star,

Or the children of new graves ...

The dance of death is both simple and horrifying,

But until the time comes,

For the sins of all our lives

Time of Troubles punishes us!

The dance of death is both simple and horrifying,

But until the time comes,

For the sins of all our lives

Time of Troubles punishes us!