Rusichi

[vocals bass] Over dense forests, over fields wide and free, The dawn arises, eternal guard by the sea. Prophetic Oleg at Constantinople's gate stands, His shield upon the gates burns bright, like dawn's brands. Rusichi! The spirit of ancestors runs in our blood, From the woods to the seas — this is our love. Rusichi! Through ages we march to the fight, For fields and lakes, for our native land's right! Prince Igor leads his warriors bold, 'Neath swords' loud ring and the earth's mournful groan. The steppe roars like the sea in the night, But Rus stands firm, unbroken in its might. Rusichi! The spirit of ancestors runs in our blood, From the woods to the seas — this is our love. Rusichi! Through ages we march to the fight, For fields and lakes, for our native land's right! Ivan the Terrible, tsar of thunderous wrath, His gaze is a storm on a furious path. But in the hearts of his people, he planted the seed, Of truth, and faith, and freedom from need. Suvorov leads us through Alpine snow, "Hard in training — easy in battle!" we know. Russian forests, fields, and rivers so deep, This is our strength, forever to keep! Rusichi! The spirit of ancestors runs in our blood, From the woods to the seas — this is our love. Rusichi! Through ages we march to the fight, For fields and lakes, for our native land's right! Over silent lakes, over forests so gray, The voice of our forefathers calls us today. Rusichi! We are children of our native earth, And our spirit's unbreakable, proving its worth!