You're tired enough, my greatest Lord You see no future, only a dreadful end You're arms are too weak to hold your sword The destinies of nations
Unrecognized winner, Alexsander Nevski, returned to Novgorod Instead of a celebration he got a discontented boyars "Why did you fight with Swedes,
and the future, the color is the same It's black: The land is in a swamp there is no way, Dark falls on homeland. That's it. The end is on the way
The river was in the grip of frost And now it makes the way to our hearts By the light of stars the domes of the Swedish tents are seen As if monsters
a child anymore The time of the wooden swords is over the time of metal is near! Metal has come So you are old enough to ride your own way Your trusty
crossed himself three times from left shoulder to right. "He crosses himself not by our way" - noticed the fisherman. "Never mind. If only he fights by our way
