Paroles de Dying for His Land

Many times have come years of great sadness Hordes of ruthless agressors have attack my beautiful country My fatherland, my mother soil This magic places, where form ages is my home Where great forests Where great meadows and fields Like my forefathers I move forward without fear Im my right hand I carry the sword Behind me throngs of my Slavic brothers We are going to defend our lands We will never ever leave our land Sooner I will die in savage struggle It's nothing that my blood is seeping in soil This is sacriface for my Slavic country It's nothing that I gave my life in battle Slavia Is and Will be Ours forever For Ages For Thousnad Years! Until our Folk will exist.