Ivan your people are calling you now Mongolia certainly stayed true to the cause of Draconia The death piper's tune is always played Greetings friends and countrymen This is a voice of solitude The icons are dying in the halls of fame No sacred space to choose I am ready for this terrible fall Peasant question has risen again Now that our friend has left us for good He told me that we could meet again Feodorovna, Rodzianko I am your fatal mistake We are the white emigration Sons of a sterile nation