Майор Вихрь
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Aria - Slavery of Illusions
In the land of ancient ancestors, I grew up as an outsider
And I did not honor either saints or devils
I went against the wind, I went straight ahead
Into the world of otherworldly and free people
But I was never a slave to illusions
Here they pray to God and Satan
It is difficult to live without a master
And everyone built a prison for themselves
Believing in the righteousness of royal lies
But I was never a slave to illusions
Here, at the top
Next to me
Three white eagles circle in the sky
Pride is their name
Spirit and Peace
And behind them, neither Good nor Evil
[...]
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal