Текст песни Реанимация - Погибель Святослава

Since my childhood I grew up with a sword in hand,
All my life I spent in campaigns
I am the prince of Russia, I Svyatoslav
No fear and shame me
Until Sgin, I will fight,
With all those who will come with a sword
And never, never give up
Let me take better death

I am the light of the sun shall be filed
The fact that soon I can not live
Though I know that the hour is coming
But I will shed the blood of enemies I
Why, then tell me to live,
To vegetate their summer
It is better in a violent battle
I clasped his head

Not long, a Russian prince. It has to wait
I see your death coming
Are you ready to accept
Pray, despicable, death comes

In the darkness I was vedun
He told me the bad news
The fact that soon I fall
But I will live in the hearts of the people forever ...

"Ambush, Prince!"

Cut off the shoulder, my friend Ingvar,
We will hear the call of death
Her breath, pain and mourning,
Death cry of my enemies
My bright prince, you are pale
The wound your blood flowing
But I believe that the god of war
Today, we have to take yourself