Scorched Red Wings

Locked in a tall house,

Surrounding themselves with a pack of rogues,

The illusion of freedom was created:

To turn the lives of earthlings into tyranny.

To shackle, to dehumanize,

To divide into masters and slaves,

And, having appropriated their resources,

To exalt themselves as gods.

We will shatter the crystal fetters,

And disband the tired "gods"!

Be free and at liberty, my people,

Shake off illusions and dreams!

The Koshcheis rule the world,

Having frightened everyone with their bony hand,

That without them the planet will be:

Famine, death, destruction, discord.

Centuries of darkness have dragged on,

Preventing the peoples from maturing.

The Koshchei children are growing up -

The rulers of our children.

We crushed the abodes of darkness,

Expelling the damned liars,

We were pierced by shrapnel pipes,

Piercing with fire to the teeth!

Scorched red wings,

Return to your native lands!

Where hope shines in spring,

And children laugh until they cry.

We will soar above the weary Earth,

We will open her eyelids with dreams,

Eternity rises ahead,

And the cosmos calls to heroic deeds!

Scorched red wings,

Return to your native lands!

Where hope shines in spring,

And children laugh until they cry!

We will soar above the weary Earth,

We will open her eyelids with dreams,

Eternity rises ahead,

And the cosmos calls to heroic deeds!