I heard a leaves whisper  In the cold autmn fores  When we were standing near  The bonfire and we were    Crossing our swords  Over its flame  I heard a peals of thunder  In the evening twilights  I saw a dying sun  Changing by Silver moonlight...  (repeat)  For Dying!  For Crying!  For Native Land!  For Profaned Fate!    Damned cross like a black shadow  Has came to my Land  All under this shadow get lying or dead  But better die with proudly holding up head  Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy...    I heard a peals of thunder  In the evening twilights  I saw a dying sun  Changing by the Silver moonlight  Wind brought to my earing  Wolf's wailing lone and yearning    It was early in the morning  Whe I was sitting by purling stream  And I was thinking...of my nation  Suddenly I heard the summon  "Time, Brothers! It's our time!"  We weare straddling on horses  And we were to take  Our swears into Reality....